by My Erotic Tale
This poem holds the building power of the approaching wild horses. Free, strong and attainable only in the moment. Nice write Art keep going
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Cometh the wonderful poet <Grin>
This is wonderful Hun, I love
the way it builds and flows and
rolls of my tongue.
Keep up the great work my friend!
~JC (Gushing as always) <wink>
imagination and powerful use of words, W*E*L*C*O*M*E
sGp
This is full of rhythm. My new favorite of your
out west poems. sandspike
strong pen for you...bow to the muse...you did him well...blue
"gather together on gathering day
they're coming
yes, coming
wild horses are coming this way."
what else can I say? you here, have mastered the art of repititon - put it to music
"Beating the earth in a drumming sound
hundreds of poundings pounding the ground"
with drums
on the slight downside, the first two lines could and SHOULD be stonger
Thunder that rumbles across a cloudless sky - change cloudless to something else
This is your weakest line, kind of old, kind of akward:
"is the sound of an ancient wild and free pride"
The rhythm of coming and coming
creates tension -
and builds the image
of the thundering herd.
But you knew that -
well done once again, Art.