I thought I had forgotten
teeth of Rocky mountains
gobbling grey wisps
of cotton candy clouds
wild western Alberta weather
whipping up a frenzy of emotions
I remember
this galloping
of stray horses
steering clear of gated enclosure,
galloping offside
to race in eye of sky;
a sudden smudge
easing itself over cornea
forcing one to focus
on what one might have missed
if they had truly forgotten.
Please tell me what you think
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"grey horses" - what a startling, vivid image but then, you're a startlingly vivid poet, so it makes sense in context - eh?
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somehow i have turned these grey horses into words roamed over the foothills of ap...knowing the focus has turned to the caroll, many of us have missed...
she soars once more a winged spirit, to child-like eyes
still hungry
mal
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so true....and they gallop home happily, to be sure. I will try and get on but the place I am at jsut now does not make for a great deal of cretivity other than how to not feel dopy from meds and confused over diabetic numbers. But, this is, as I have said, jsut a jog in the path!
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You made me relive my short moments in the Alberta foothills . . . graphically spun like a spiderweb covered in the dew of the early morning . . . ITS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN, YOU HAVE BEEN SORELY MISSED SISTER . . .
Marc
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I am glad to be home and have this place to come to. Who could not feel loved and cherished with such friends as I have here?
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I've missed your smarts and poetry hon. Wonderful work.
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And I have missed your writing and sweet authentic soul too, my sister.
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What a joy to see my favorites new poems and alas you were there. What a wonderful piece to welcome you back to AP.. I have missed you my sister.
This piece was wonderful and I know your experiences are written in between every stanza.
Welcome back...
Nor
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Aw, we have journeyed so long on similar paths. Should have known shoe was ready to drop here. *smile* Love you much and missed you more!
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Welcome home sweet poetess
you have been missed dearly
I wish we lived in a world where wild horses galloped everywhere on open plains running free...
hugs Moony
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Home is indeed where the heart is stirred..... it is so wonderful to have conencted with those precise clodus again. I will try to get on mroe often now. I have missed that place we go when we write or read poetry!
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