lamenting under solemn skies
on days when this restless spirit
ran free and wild across the plains
many miles of this crusted earth
I did roam without remorse
and my soul sang proudly of youth
tasting the air of fading life
I cast my wishes into skybound keeping
that these open fields never change
from shadowed silence on cirrus pastures
I will survey the youth yet to bear
as they discover value of freedom
now as I rest on bended knee
upon this well trodden grassland carpet
I thank thee for a life devoid of burden
promising to keep safe in my memories
all the joy a heart can hold
yet before my spirit surrenders to the will of angels
in my dreams I will ride just one last time
like wildfire with the summer winds.
Author notes
Image Prompt: http://jaguar-1.deviantart.com/art/Run-for-your-Life-79143148
In a list
A contest entry
- Different Prompts... Different People.... INVITE ONLY! #2..... by Angelflower.
700 points, ended December 11, 2008, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Detailed critique welcome
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Beautiful! it truly had me smiling at the end! this had such a peaceful feel to it, but such power as well. I truly loved this. Thank you very much for sharing! Best of luck in the contest.
Angel
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i really like this one! it makes me think that you want to be free! like you were at one point in time but you want to go back to it..... maybe i read it wrong but that the feeling i got
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yes it was written from the perspective of the horse in the given image looking back over a life lived freely.
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A beautiful poem, even though for me it was rather sad. Whistfully remembering back to ones youth can at times give great pleasure when you recall your successes. However the failure and the wasted times tends to make us all melancholy .
2nd Verse; Last line: I hate to see a line started with "and", by deleting it, I feel it actually improves the feeling in that line.
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great write, pic and background too... you did well good luck
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Very nice work. Love the form, it fits the forlorn feeling of your poem.
"many miles of this crusted earth
I did roam without remorse
and my soul sang proudly of youth"
Liked these lines very much. There is a haunting feeling to this poem that really pulls at the heart. Great job, Son.
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