A Visit with Blondie...

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A Visit with Blondie, As the Sun Sets


I wonder, Blondie, how many miles you have run
in your twenty-seven years as a horse. For that
matter, I wonder how many years I have wasted
in my too-short time here as a man. Distance

is something that snags somebody. You’d know that,
Temptress, Non-compliant Mare. You were bad
with men, and hard to get along with: even with the she
who rode you and showed you, at least, how to conform.

Why? Why ask why? We all come to this end.
Now, the way things are, you being a horse,
I walk up to you in a little mist of rain-showers.
You lift your head, I rub your forehead: that’s all.

Down goes your mouth, Queen of the arthritic
pains in your fumbling legs, mainly the knees.
Diligently, after I rub your forehead,
you drop your mighty horse head down

once again, to nibble up ropes of grass
and snap them free from the earth
with an energetic side-snip. Why were you born,
Blondie? Why were you here?

We don’t know. She, who has loved you, will cry.
It’s a matter of pain, and circumstance.
She’s putting you down, Blondie. I have loved you,
too, and I’ll join you, soon enough.

I drive away, having said good-bye. You
continue to nibble grass, oblivious to the
rainbow: vast, wide, acquiescent with nature’s
curves – still there, in the sky, though the sun is not.

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KOLKOREKOLKOREover 16 years ago
On love and loss

From those of your poems i have read so far, with this one in particular I could feel the pain coming out straight and strong with no barriers. It was as much for your own losses in life as it was for the horse you clearly came to love so deeply. In turn it made me uncomfortable (in a good way) for a similar wave of similar thought have been brought forth...

Bill DadaBill Dadaover 16 years ago
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Very nice. I used to train horses and this really rang true to me.

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