Ernie
Quivering,
Your soul shakes your magnitude;
Your shadow, a restless ocean of darkened sand.
Ears, attentive, listening,
Not hearing.
The gentle strain,
The light pressure aggrieves me,
But cradles your love.
Your muscular perfection dances,
One foot-fall in the next.
A bell permits.
Racing,
Your core catches fire,
And we fly.
I hold your hope in my hands,
As you are sprung up by the toils of our work -
And down.
Your faith lands us straight.
My fear is never founded,
Pounded as the ground
By your careful speed.
And you forgive,
And you try.
My giant,
My gentleman.
Author notes
Ernie is the prize-winning show-jumping horse I used to exercise.
Lollipops are the best.
A contest entry
- The Howl Of Creativity Calls For You! by LadyOfFate.
450 points, ended May 20, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think - in general?
Comments
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I'm not sure I understand what you mean, LadyofFate :S
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lovely....doesn't say that in the poem....
no lollipops? -
I liked this one. Nicely done.
Thanks for your entry...
Lea
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