photo from the Barnstorming blog: https://barnstorming.blog/ with permission of my friend Emily Gibson.obsession with horses whacked kicked thrown smashed on rock concussions tail-bone bruise shattered wrist now the reckoning sixty years after most parts hurt except my heart soft and malleable more now than before did life’s battering crack me open?
Ah....getting literally (or figuratively) thrown off the horse we call "life." (Do we "break" it? Or does it break us...open?) As your poem reminds us, this "horse" seems... "designed to break open our hearts, and keep them open—not once, but repeatedly..."
“did life’s battering
crack me open?” Only in the best way, yielding goodness like a fresh egg!
how kind! Thank you.
So true! Especially this particular mare!
Did she throw people, or did I misunderstand your comment?
Ah....getting literally (or figuratively) thrown off the horse we call "life." (Do we "break" it? Or does it break us...open?) As your poem reminds us, this "horse" seems... "designed to break open our hearts, and keep them open—not once, but repeatedly..."
Amen to that!
The heart wants what the heart wants, sometimes the body suffers.😊
so true!
Got back on saddle
Her love for horses, dogs, life
Strong, even larger