They live with us now, hooves half
in their own history and half in
ours, so closely inbred that our
insecurities show in each other’s
eyes. So close that we tell each
other’s secrets with blunt honesty
but pretend to not hear, just like
family. Some horses show a bold
compassion that humbles the human
heart, while some bipeds manage to
lift their shoulders and canter out,
momentarily free of their personal
gravity. Most of us walk the middle
path, carrying the burden of our
dreams, hope whittled down to fit
a smaller space. Quieted to cause
less spook or bolt; cramped into a tiny
corner of a small barn. Why would we
reduce horses to our own image, when
we could recreate ourselves in theirs?
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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. And then I write a poem. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)
I have to meet you one day. Lovely, thought provoking poem.
Thanks. I keep thinking I’ll make it your way eventually.
This is my favorite poem of yours ever. I’m always moved by the truth, depth and beauty of your words. This time more than ever. Thank you for being exactly where you are, doing exactly what you do, and coming into my being and reaching me with wisdom and soul. Lydia
On Mon, Nov 20, 2017 at 5:38 AM Relaxed & Forward: AnnaBlakeBlog wrote:
> Anna Blake posted: ” They live with us now, hooves half in their own > history and half in ours, so closely inbred that our insecurities show in > each other’s eyes. So close that we tell each other’s secrets with blunt > honesty but pretend to not hear, just like ” >
Thank you, Lydia. It does feel like I’m in my right place… at least this week.
Beautiful poetry. You capture the heart of the matter so well!
Thanks,, Crystal.
“Why would we
reduce horses to our own image, when
we could recreate ourselves in theirs?”
I would be honored to be a member of that club!
I keep trying, too.
This is so powerful.
Thank you, Dawn.
gosh so powerful, as always. “with hope whittled down to fit a smaller space”.dammit thats me !!
thanks for your writing.
You’re welcome. Not stopping.
ah yes of course. just whittling. can always expand again another time;-) thank you
We might have misunderstood each other?? But it wouldn’t be the first time for me. 🙂
nor me 🙂 and if i can find some meaning in a misunderstanding thats all good
Good point!
this is brilliant! you are a great writer 🙂 this captures it so perfectly
Kind words, Thanks, Wild.
Love this: “recreate ourselves (image) in theirs.” !!!
Humans. We can be a bit backward sometimes. 🙂
“Hope whittled down”… So striking and intuitive Anna. Just. Love. This!
I try to not use the word “bittersweet” in everything I write… 🙂 Thanks Wendi.
The most wonderful, moving poem of yours that I have read. The final phrase contains the entire world and yet remains heartbreakingly intimate.
Well done.
High praise, Shannon. Thank you.
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