This is a poem of the sorrow mixed with joy for all the horses we have lost to circumstance, illness, injury or old age.
The Glass UnbrokenOther seen,untouchable.Aching, withoutsolace.Who can readsorrow in the wind?Indifferent, restless,regardless.Lost in darknessthat cannot save us.Maybe, passed beyond freedomthey can runby the river across meadowssweet with the scent of grass.O that it may be soO that it may be soin the end.
Lovely, just lovely
ReplyDeletethat is beautiful, thanks for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteWonderful. Here's to sweet grass...
ReplyDeleteThe poem brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteMaybe, passed beyond freedom
ReplyDeletethey can run
by the river across meadows
sweet with the scent of grass.
How absolutely perfect. Thanks for sharing.
Lovely poem. I like to think of my boy as galloping through the meadows and drinking from cool mountain streams with his best friend who passed a few years before him.
ReplyDeleteVery Pretty
ReplyDeleteI'm just catching up with everyone after a week of equine veterinary drama. Losing Promise must have been devastating.
ReplyDeleteLovely, thoughtful poem.