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Sparkling Stallions
We saw the wild horses
gallop with a grace of relaxation
on a christmas morning stride
beyond our whitewash fences,
sipping coffee and chatting
with the far reaches of our family tree.
The sunrise golden and gleaming,
peeking from distant mountains
making glisten the glorious coats
so that the free sparking stallions
penetrate us to Our onfined cores.
Prairie of lush green grass sways
and sings soft trashes in it's own way.
And we join the day
knowing sanctuary is forever.
If a lesser poet, or a
If a lesser poet, or a Prosetrist, used the -ing suffix, it would become an annoying irritant. But your verbal artistry transforms it into a conveyor of movement and process, such that the poem, like certain paintings I recall but cannot now name, presents a continuous motion, much like Sibelius' symphonies, or one of Bach's elaborate fugues.
The poem's final line is one of the most triumphant, and reassuring, that I have ever read, on postpoems, or elsewhere; and I have been reading poetry since the spring of 1973, so I have a bit of credibility to speak of your poem. I have said, about other poets on this site, that brevity is a distinct sign of classical talent (having learned this from the ancient Callimachus and the contemporary J. V. Cunningham). Your poem demonstrates that classical talent and then crowns it with that stunning, shimmering, effulgent final line. You should be very, very proud of this one. Please---and I ask this as one of your readers---do not ever take this poem down. It glows like a star; it speaks like a conversation; it helps like a spiritual balm. Thank you for sharing this with us: Thank you!
Starward
You share such immense
You share such immense knowledge, such intuitive intellect as a gift in inspiring descriptive comments. You bring happiness to my perilous poetical passions. You wouldn't believe how appreciative I am to have you as a friendly critic. Thanks tremendously for caring
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And THANK YOU for the
And THANK YOU for the privilege you have given us---of being admitted to your Poetry. My comments on your poems are meant sincerely and gratefully; and I am convinced of the greatness of your talent---convinced fully and firmly. Only a real Poet could harnass the kind of verbal motive power that you have put into this power, and only a really talented Poet could have composed that final line. I will be returning to this poem more than once, while, similtaneously, awaiting (with much anticipation) the next poem that you post.
Starward