What a sentence – “the horse is in the field.”
Does it imply a horse-inhabited landscape
of fields rolling,
pocked with wild-flowers, a crop,
as far as the eye can see?
Does it suggest a legion of soldiers
marching by with their kits,
a simple farm-boy among them
who gazes on the browsing horse
with longing for his homestead?
Does it foretell of a scene
where an unmanned horse nuzzles
fallen men, strewn in the casual,
splayed, abandon of the dead?
Does it intimate that a horse is
a guileless companion to man,
a witness to all that takes place
in fields everywhere?
GM 2004
April 8, 2008 at 12:24 am |
HEY…I don’t know why I don’t get your comments via email so I can reply to them. It is irking me to no end! SO, I am not ignoring you and I always respond to comments but I hate doing it in my own blog. SO, thanks for the compliment for the Chica Poo. She is a special girl. Like, special as in an Alien from Outer Space.
She is going through a cuddly and clingy phase and I like it. She is very soft and smells really delicious.
xx
April 10, 2008 at 2:02 am |
The questions rise like suggestions from each preceding image, and end with the lasting idea of a guiless horse, so noble in its willingness to be a part of our lives.
April 10, 2008 at 2:03 am |
The questions rise like suggestions from each preceding image, and end with the lasting idea of a guiless horse, so noble in its willingness to be a part of our lives.
April 12, 2008 at 9:53 pm |
You have created wonders from this dry Latin reader statement.