Here’s a previously posted poem that might be of interest to some very quiet visitors to my blogcasa.
devotees
slowly he disappears among the penned ponies
knowing and yet wishing not
the tents, uniforms, guns
wary of even his own now
aware their life fabric has been brutally sliced
soft mouths nuzzle his hands
he inhales ever reliable horse scents
cares not for calico, coffee or coins
long tails twitch and flick as he moves among them
keen to his warrior man smell
as willing to push their all beyond the limits
as he
wind racing
foreign tongue streams nearby
ripping good hearts into rancid meat
furthest away surrounded by hooves, manes, hot breath
blows against his neck
stars safe above
spring grass under feet
he drinks their peace
they eat his pain
whispering
we are one
crazy horse
@wojcik
om mani padme hum jewel in the lotus wahupa qi prana universal life energy
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lurainpenny said,
March 13, 2010 at 2:16 am
I mean them.
You are quite the writer.
I wish you much success.
xx
LP
47whitebuffalo said,
March 13, 2010 at 11:59 pm
Keep wishing, Lurain. I’m wishing right along with you. Thank you very much for the support.
lurainpenny said,
March 6, 2010 at 1:40 am
This is beautiful. You have such a way with words.
Mystical and visual.
More!
Love,
LuRain
x
47whitebuffalo said,
March 6, 2010 at 9:45 am
HELLO Lurain! Thank you for your kind words. shanti om
lesliepaints said,
March 5, 2010 at 11:54 pm
Very nice. I like the feel of him moving as a breath amidst the horses. The way you wrote it is like a breath when I read it aloud.
47whitebuffalo said,
March 6, 2010 at 9:46 am
Ahhh, did it…now then that tells me it ‘works’, Leslie. merci