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Grounding

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By Pamela WilliamsPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

Refresh anew – Calm the mare within:

Lasso this rearing mare tonight

She jumped the fence into the dark

Ran blind to black and stormy plight

Must be a stallion captured her heart

The way she bucked, kicked, and neighed

Then into the wind she ran as a lark

Laughing I guide her to apples again

And bubbling brooks moss and green

Where lightning bolts subside with rain

Guiding her back wild mare to dream

Of stallions bold and wise and true

By wood and musical gentle stream

Guiding her back to skies crystal blue

Where breezes and scents refresh anew

nature poetry

About the Creator

Pamela Williams

“Suppose I had wings like the dawning day and flew across the ocean. Even then your powerful arm would guide and protect me.”

— Psalm 139:9–10, Contemporary English Version (CEV)

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  • Testabout a year ago

    The poem eloquently reveals in a vivid way an internal struggle, a need for freedom, calmness, and renewal. A new beginning becomes visible, based on healthy relationships governed by safety.

  • Jay Kantorabout a year ago

    Dear Pam - See we do have favorite 'Reach Backs' - This is so you; and so bitchin'...! btw; Speaking of way-reach backs. I wrote the only poem ever when in Hi-Shool: Funny, the only A+ I ever got...and revised it and sketched in a very similar fashion last year on Vocal: It's called "The Llama & Koala." Always my pleasure to hear from you, j.in.l.a.

  • Rob Angeli2 years ago

    Such a measured yet boundless trot to the rhythm, and the images. Bravo.

  • Mackenzie Davis2 years ago

    Gorgeous, gorgeous! "Must be a stallion captured her heart The way she bucked, kicked, and neighed Then into the wind she ran as a lark Laughing I guide her to apples again And bubbling brooks moss and green Where lightning bolts subside with rain" I love that -- "Laughing I guide her to apples again." The specificity in these lines is the poem's strength, giving it authenticity and a sense of grandness from a smaller focus. The objective correlative is strong in this too, multiple layers to lift up and examine. Masterful skills you're employing, Pamela! I'm sorry I have missed this until now!

  • Denise Larkin4 years ago

    So visual with your words. I enjoyed reading it.

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