Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “Wild Horses” by: rob kistner © 7/23/24
Chill winds of time
rise in dissonance
seasons of cold rain
hiss and tick
my weathered panes
life’s essence
slowly slips my grip
it’s warmth
ever-fading
the pall and ache
wraps firm my bones
suppresses my spirit
slowly steals my living core
I despair of rigid form
drained of vital sap
drawn and withered
robbed of flex and grace
my light of memory dims
my pool of knowledge clouds
dear and beloved go
one by one
beyond my call
beyond the enchanting joy
the wonderful chaos
of this temporal plane
like a herd
of beautiful wild horses
I see them gathered
powerful and proud
see them leap and dart
strong and agile
hear them gallop
bold and brave
then I realize
they’re galloping away
I hear them echoing
through a narrowing canyon
their sound
their energy
fades
falling to nothing
my energy wanes
a melancholy descends
I fall quiet
then I hear other echos
my family
busying about the house
the sounds of vibrant life
of precious love
then I realize
then I understand
life’s been good
I am blessed
we are blessed
and in that moment
gratitude
joy
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rob kistner © 2024
Poetry at: dVerse
Such a powerful poem, Rob. The imagery of those lost to us on this temporal plane as “a herd/of beautiful wild horses/I see them gathered/powerful and proud/see them leap and dart/strong and agile” — is magnificent. I like the way you parallel their echoing sounds fading in the distance to your loss of energy until your heart awakens to the present and its sounds. And the ending strikes just the right notes: love, gratitude, joy. So beautifully composed, Rob.
Thank you Dora, I really appreciate your gracious words… 🙂
I’m so glad the joy is still there, in between the ‘chill winds of time’ and ‘seasons of cold rain’, Rob, and the memories of those ‘dear and beloved’ still gather ‘like a herd of beautiful wild horses’. I got the catch of breath, that feeling of loss when they galloped away.
Thank you Kim for your visits and kind words. I have learned, even as a pessimist, who loves my melancholy — blessings are to be found, if one opens his heart to look… 🙂
A beautiful metaphor, Rob. It is those moments of love and friendship that help us through life. <3
Thank you Merril… 🙂
The horses led you to the right place, even though they were running away. I saw the hope in your messenger horses and the redefining of what is important. Very nice.
Horses are a strong healing totem, they can bring strength to the weak and wavering and grieving.