Sunday, September 7, 2014

Wild Horses





Wild Horses 

you might have well have
loosed wild horses at your
imperious signal to thrust
bullets of hoof prints over
my heart 
you might have well 
as I stand at the edge of 
incomprehension 
feet leaden - locks
of ball and chain 
frozen in a single 
paralytic spot 
wondering at the wind of
vitriol that rose to whirl
in vicious vacuous 
stoned laced stings 
where love once had 
lived 
and now cheeks cut, heart
bleeding under the cloven
hooves of your indifference
this heart under which
you once grew from a single
cell seeks to repair itself
alone as you plant your 
unfamiliar flag
on a hill of your own making 
with those of your own chosing 
never looking back 




30 comments:

  1. This poem written by the seat of my pants - captures the mood if not the particulars...

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  2. Aww Pearl...I don't want to assume, but your poem reads as if we are maybe fighting through the same terrible place...I really hope not, but if we are, I send you all my love in any case and anything else you can use...I send it to you anyhow...no matter what...Love Sharon

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  3. Awww thank you m'dear ... I send you the gentler promise of the rose in the second poem here - all will be well for us both <3

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  4. Beautiful-I am trampled ! Dr Pearl amazing poem- galloping complaining all the way

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    1. Ha Ha - Enjoy your comments and delighted that you enjoyed the poem :)

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  5. I can't imagine a more powerful metaphor of your pain. "this heart... seeks to repair itself" I pray healing to you and the relationship. Beautiful, shattering write.

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    1. As mentioned to others - not necessarily autobiographical but so much appreciate the good wishes and the comments on the write :)

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  6. Painful and well expressed.
    ZQ

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    1. Thanks R.K. - Hope that you found my comments on your site - which is simply outstanding!

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  7. I too pray for healing… during this time of t'shuva, may this come to pass my friend.

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    1. Again - not necessarily autobiographical - but always appreciate your attention and care and thank you so very much for stopping by :) Hope all is well with you and yours - wishing you a happy, healthy, peaceful and always sweet New Year.

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  8. I love the change in style...I would say written firmly in the saddle...a solid and purposeful write...you go grrl!

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  9. Oh, Pearl, I cringe in response to the "bullets" and the "stings" "where love once had lived..." I feel the pain "of your indifference", and I pray "for this heart under which you once grew from a single cell" to heal. Yes, it captures the mood powerfully! Sending love...

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    1. Ahh a poet enjoys a powerful response - thank you Nurit :)

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  10. Very intense. A strong expression of an emotional situation. I hope the writing of it helped you cope.

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    1. Hmmm not necessarily autobiographical - although thanks for comment about 'intensity' :)

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  11. Oh, Pearl... I feel for you and the hoof prints upon your heart. Much love. Let the ink flow.

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  12. Those cloven hoofs of indifference can do much damage. But it doesn't have to be irreparable damage. Healing can occur, even if scarring is evident. May it be so.

    Another Whirl with Basho

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    1. Thank you Rosemary - however did you intuit I might need some... you are truly witchcrafty :) <3

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  14. "bullets of hoofprints over my heart".....and the "cloven hoofs of indifference" - wow. Powerful writing Pearl.

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  15. The place your writing comes from struck a nerve. Not at the moment but the not too distant past. When your child - (or anything you have created for that matter) seems to abandon you it is nothing but that forlorn heartache. xo Teri

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  16. "cloven hooves of your indifference" - I see devils and fauns.

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