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  • Saddle Sore

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    Saddle Sore


    seated hard in space between

    what was and what will be


    from bounce to bounce of happiness

    raced in sorrowed spins


    beginning new

    (past moments lost on longing)

    cantered on, to what may be


    I have no horse

    but oh...


    I ride
    Last edited by RhymeLovingWriter; 11-29-2018, 10:54 AM.

  • #2
    Interesting take on this one Paula. I liked where you took us.

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      RhymeLovingWriter commented
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      Thank you for taking a look and leaving a comment and a like Alex! When my folks were growing up they both rode the farm horses (my Dad preferred bareback as I recall). We haven't had horses for years, and I never learned to ride, but I was remembering their stories and tried to use that image to write about the grieving process and perseverance.

  • #3
    Thanks Neil Thomas Fellows for your read and like as well!

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