Grooming

Touchless tips of fingers
Cracked with worn down nails
space reaching clutching
roiling clouded twisted fate
Late as usual
Lost as usual
adrift in dreamless hope
breathlessly searching for familiarity
Using memories to light avenues
In leaf blown swirls of seasons passed
Standing barefoot in fresh raked shavings
Inhaling dusty warmth
Tears form and fall
In streams of uselessness
Let this be yesterday
As reaching thoughts
Stretch endlessly
Soft nostrils blow warm comfort
As horse sensed feelings
waken

Reviews

[Narnie]

The rolling in the first few lines is breathtaking. Your passion for horses shines through as you write with affinity and a respect for them.

[J]

Oh your imagery here ~ as only you can sketch it ~ tugs at feelings of lost and profoundly forgotten, even though I don't quite grasp what you are saying, the sadness is permeating, formidable. "Let this be yesterday." That one line breaks my heart.