You are getting closer.
I hear the crunch of sand
and the skitter of stones beneath your
boots. The scent of tanned leather stings
my nostrils and fingers of steel butterflies
inflict fresh flesh wounds.
Your feathered crop gently brushes my shivering
shoulders, it floats over proud bones luring me
to the killing fields.
With no where to hide nothing can save me.
You have always known how to break wild horses.

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136 thoughts on “Breaking Horses

  1. It’s a very raw verse , I could feel the blood in my head rushing as I read .. epic visuals. It’s a cinematic delight of a write. You always amaze me , Holly. One of the finest writers here. ❤️🤗

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  2. OhhhhhmyGod! Rene…this is epic HRH poetry I’ve come to live for. I purposely read this still in the iron grip of morning haze, my first coffee barely halfway done, and still the power of your poetry comes through. The image you used was perfect to the poem. I read this two ways. The horse’s perspective and then the woman’s. It conjures a flood of images with dreams within dreams within emotions like a mirror reflecting in a mirror; that endless image moving to the vanishing point. What I end up with is the deep attraction of that part of human nature that compels the ego of consciousness to submit to our needs, our pleasures, our secret desires to give and receive, to own and be owned, to master and be mastered in manifest ways according to our sensuous nature. I do run away with your poetry and apologize for that. It’s just that you are able to cut through all of my defenses and engage my unfettered imagination. My apologies. I’m not fully awake enough to engage good manners and social grace with my comments. You do have my Head Elves basking in an endorphin stupor of daydreams. For that delightful addiction, I’m grateful.

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    1. Thank you for the amazing words dear Dan. You have a wonderful way of expressing your thoughts. I find them most exhilarating and being in a bit of a haze myself so early in the morning I’m a bit speechless but so appreciative of your inspiration and encouragement. Thank you from my elves to yours. 🤗

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  3. Les shivers!
    So sensitive, yet harsh.
    Holly, your poem has made me think of a movie that … made me cry, because of the wild horses.
    The Misfits… and Marilyn Monroe was the metaphor for the loving. Clark Gable was the simile for the breaking.
    xoxo

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    1. I’ve seen the Misfits, such a sad and brutal movie. Thank you for the comment on this poem. I recall reading that the issues during the filming of The Misfits May have contributed to the problems suffered by Clark Gable. So sad.

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      1. I’ve read that about Clark Gable, too.
        So…mustangs should be left wild.
        Arthur Miller wrote what he thought was a best role for MM. It is still controversial, especially in today’s world of animal rights/activism.

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  4. This is so beautiful!!💞💞 I am a poet/creative writer and started my blog today itself!! I’m very excited 😊, and if you could check it out and maybe follow me..haha..that’d be great😅😅! I’m following back everyone who follows me😘😘

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