When I wake
I can smell the change in the air
it bites at my nose
and is crisp
No longer hot and heavy like gardenia
You can tell the difference
your coat shedding
getting ready for winter
your nose warms my fingers
You dance in anticipation
as I gather your bridle
I slowly tack you up
paying mind to your belly quivering
In the October air
You are my phoenix
all muscle and blood rush
the wind bites at my face and tears come to my eyes
You look Golden in the morning light
My Bay boy
shining like a lighthouse
I miss you Shane
I lost you in October
and my eyes tear for that reason now
losing you was losing October
and all of the magic it once held
A contest entry
- late September by Namita.
300 points, ended June 8, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
i think this is very different from how i usually write and i dont care if it's any good i just needed to feel.
Comments
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and feel you did...expressing yourself is never a hinderence...a need to let go...and it does not matter much...someone elses opinion...treasure what you write...because it's you-
Mal
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