The Rider

words wrap a protective veil around us.

The passion of prison thoughts,
Stare through the wire tips shading chain link,
Steel sheds the skin,moves a heart inside,
Concrete..
Eyes black orbs, dull vacant stares
Life is a rhythm inside,the rhythm ,the ride,
Like a limb out of place,your horses thoughts are drawn to it,
So it is with me,a limb out of place something to make his ears prick
The front legs stiffen deep rooting in the ground
His rump and tail fold under him
Like a sheet at The Palm Beach Breakers,
 
There the dance floor filled with dreams a....
Posh polo party pissing money away,
Dreams...

This horse is sharp,even before he has stopped he lifts..up roots his front end
Bends.. flexes.. powers away, a liquid rollback
And you,you a natural one,
Your leg set well,thigh hip deep in the saddle,a little arch
In your lower back,shoulders now a little forward,Pearl snaps swollen
But your eyes stay tight on the limb,as the body rides the horse
Grey smiling eyes, owl past the limb into the foliage's depth,
This rider is sharp also. The prison eyes glow..... in thought..
S**t ! She's wearing spurs !
I am felt not seen... time... to move .... before she alerts the guard.

Author's Note

Me at it again.A book jacket, for the book I can't start,or find a mood,but .....

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Isnt it great how the horse and the man can become one sensing the trepidation of the other.It is a combining unlike any other i ever experienced Where we function with and in unison to them Unlike a dog persay who does as commanded and we just watch A true gift in life if you askl me

[gombeggar]

interesting imagery...certainly encourages one to see more

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Quite an interesting write that seems to have many levels... I see such things as abuse of power, the dangers of too much pride but also the spirit of dreaming no matter the obstacles in your way.