How many times did I ask
on a breath and a thought
that you consider the moment?
Consider joining me in an adventure
or a moment of solitude,
or a wisp of air.Your thoughtful response; a
soft eye, maybe an interested ear.
And in another breath, the arc of your
glorious neck’s embrace; an eternal
instant, season, lifetime.
It was enough.
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Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)
Beautiful photo. Not sure where the collage fits in but the pony is exquisite!
The collage might be in the words and not the photo. Or maybe I take license with direction. Gary mare prerogative. Thanks.
Of course! I was thinking in too focused a way. Maybe tired(which I am) or just not observant enough?
It’s more likely that I don’t take direction well. I like to wander with these challenges. 🙂
Wandering is good- I need the weekly theme to make me focus and actually post my blogs instead of just writing drafts that never get finished?
“This moment of solitude.”
Anna, this so speaks to the response I received from my little emotionally ruined OTTB gelding many many years ago when we had only just begun to work with the trainer whose words still ring in my heart “…you’re addressing his mind, not his body.” After our very elementary lesson, I walked with him beside me and murmured to him twice, “…you did sooo good.”
It’s a little hard to repeat this again now… but I literally saw his face and eyes take on the softest of beaming.
“It is enough.”
Sigh.
Jeez
It is everything
Yes.
Lovely poignancy
Thanks. Missing this old eye.
Never enough.
It might be more than we deserve…
Oh my…I love your words and your images….lovely combination!
Thanks, Sharon.
Beautiful.
Loved this.
Thanks, Brenda, just back from a weekend of special breaths with new horses.
Beautiful. But was it? (she asked with a tear in her eye and memories running down her face)
In that moment, yes it was. Thanks, Lor.
I lost a friend this weekend. His name was Hello Handsome, and he was a 17 hand gentleman. His long lower lip would quiver in anticipation of a treat as he nickered in anticipation. Your poem was the perfect description of our relationship. I cried when I read it, because it brought back images and feelings and moments that he and I experienced together — and our last perfect ride when we were quietly in harmony. Thank you.
Bless Handsome on his way and I’m so sorry. We are so lucky; we get to keep the memory forever. Thanks, Anne, and take care.