such a wild horse
sleeps within
just to gallop
just to move fast
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This poem brings shadows of the past into the present life.They still carry the light of those moments. Only the sound is really present here, that sound embedding the passion. The horse seems to be an extinct ancient wild horse. David W. Anthony argues that we speak English not just because our parents taught it to us but because wild horses used to roam the steppes of central Eurasia, because steppedwellers invented the spoked wheel and because poetry once had real power.... ~ Christine Kenneally. The wild horse mirrors our experience on a natural habitat, I mean the experience of freedom. Well penned message, wonderful poem, thank you for sharing, Mari.
Sounds like a purebred Philly at the Kentucky Derby...Very depictual/ Pran...Enjoyed this! ~FjR~
the scream never loses its pacific passion.... how powerful your words are