Paul Gerard Reed


Horses - Poem by Paul Gerard Reed

Breath, blown hot into the chill air
From a heaving ribcage under straining girth
Steam rising in curtains over sweat-stained backs
The heat of the skin despite cold earth;

The heightened rush, tautened sinews,
The headlong dash, the shouts and the din
‘Come on, today is the day'
The surging, the wanting to win;

The ruined dreams, the missed chances
The abrupt crash and the fall
The getting up and starting again
The impossible glory of it all;

Towering above all these peaks
Running through the veins on it's course
The nearness to the blood and the tears
The chance to stand next to a horse.

Topic(s) of this poem: horses


Comments about Horses by Paul Gerard Reed

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (1/25/2016 12:47:00 PM)


    The ruined dreams, the missed chances
    The abrupt crash and the fall....what an amazing composition shared on really. Very wise drafting.10
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 26, 2016


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