a good horse has no color

I still dream of horses
after all these years
in no-horse land

at night they come
streaming down the hill
in unbridled freedom

when I wake up their
strong sweet scent
still linger in my nostrils

and the familiar
phantom pain
of no-horse land

begins.



Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2014-08-21 at 12:50

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Karl Johan Lindrup Olesen
Nice and funny little poem.
2015-02-17


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Horses have been a part of my life for, oh, forty some years, but it never occurred to me, until reading this, where the phrase "unbridled freedom" came from.

I have few romantic notions left after so much saddle time. That doesn't mean they don't have a piece of my heart. It's possible that I've spent more time on a horse, and talking to said horse (which is cheaper than paying a shrink), than I have talking to bipeds. I find horses wise, and under appreciated that way.
2015-02-06


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very nice, Asa. It fluidly says all that needs to be said, nothing more.
2014-08-25



As a horse lover and a horse owner for years, this picture is so vivid that I could smell that sweet scent of morning and riding a horse. It's the first freedom I ever felt in my life, and the feeling, and the scent linger. I love this!
2014-08-21