Master and the Horse

 

Master and the Horse

Master, raises the whip in his hands.

It whistles through the air, singing,

Before it all comes down.

 

Then, at the first lash:

The horse rises up,

Whinnying, shocked, on hind legs.

 

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                And

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On, and on, and on…

Until the horse lays down.

And master snorts in disgust:

“This horse, it won’t go.”

Reviews

[Shaquana Adams]

Thought provoking. I thought of a free spirit vs society thing. Good job :)
-QuanaWana

[Diana]

Thanks, Shaquana.

[Trace]

I saw it the same as Lydi..
Reminds me of my poem: Bite Me..
Where the mule gets tired of working his whole life and tell the farmer he is done.

Nice
Trace

[Diana]

I'll have to check it out. Damn tired of being beaten down... Insert expletive directed at the "masters" here.

[Diana]

Gah...I can't find it. Send me a link.

[Lydia Shutter]

Ah, a good life lesson here.....after being beaten and hurt, who wants to go on? We must realize this in life. One gets more with honey than with vinegar. Well written. Lydi**

[Diana]

I like your take on it. Thank you, Lydi!

[Sami Khalil]

I take it as free will vs imposed will which I can be wrong here in my interpretation. But like I or others say you can NEVER force any one to do anything unless they are willing and able and lead by example...Bravo.................

[Diana]

Free is the key word there. Thank you for your review.

[Sami Khalil]

I was close then. You are welcome...:)...................