tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post6343519712171874967..comments2024-03-29T07:42:02.917-05:00Comments on Live Your Poem...: POEM FOR A HORSE-LOVING GALIrene Lathamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04905936104127707762noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-51794001447283867002013-01-20T22:12:10.404-06:002013-01-20T22:12:10.404-06:00Okay, you made me cry.... I could just see Pride.....Okay, you made me cry.... I could just see Pride... gentle but with a wacky sense of humor when we didn't pay attention...I still miss that old boy... one day I need to write a poem about Miss Sandy and her temperamental waysPatricia J. Weaverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06044354515656710902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-56586481880305915402013-01-19T19:11:20.211-06:002013-01-19T19:11:20.211-06:00Wow! Some serious emotion went into this. Thanks f...Wow! Some serious emotion went into this. Thanks for sharing it, Irene.catherinemjohnson.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14682281308178996823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-52419137242108532032013-01-19T17:47:23.630-06:002013-01-19T17:47:23.630-06:00Oh, Renee stole my favorite line. That's what...Oh, Renee stole my favorite line. That's what I get for being late to the party. Yes, wow, Irene - thanks for sharing. We came to horses when my daughter was growing up, were entrenched for years, and let them go when sports etc. took over in high school (among other logistics at that time). I still miss them, and I learned more from the horse we had which was not terribly unlike the one in this poem than from the ones who caused less trouble! Thank you for introducing me to this poet and her fine work.Robyn Hood Blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07279289715664168026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-2722263308234254602013-01-19T10:12:24.358-06:002013-01-19T10:12:24.358-06:00"this thing
...we must respect
for itself and..."this thing<br />...we must respect<br />for itself and not our imagination of it"<br /><br />This could apply to more than horses! Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-46546236380204953032013-01-19T02:50:09.377-06:002013-01-19T02:50:09.377-06:00"the one who taught me disobedience / is the ..."the one who taught me disobedience / is the first right of being alive."<br /><br />GAH! Marvelous line, powerful poem. That's one for the wall. Thanks for sharing this treasure, Irene!Renee LaTulippehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13520719663052253627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-87783568423453796552013-01-19T01:15:06.738-06:002013-01-19T01:15:06.738-06:00Wow, indeed. Thank you!Wow, indeed. Thank you!The Pen and Ink Blogspothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01709195512534318571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-9064255445596681232013-01-18T22:25:46.316-06:002013-01-18T22:25:46.316-06:00Tremendous poem! Having been around horses much o...Tremendous poem! Having been around horses much of my life, I can certainly identify with the speaker - gender notwithstanding!Matt Forrest Esenwinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04230063389130167424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-25614319111269291242013-01-18T22:04:33.195-06:002013-01-18T22:04:33.195-06:00Powerful poem. I also like what the Rekdal said, t...Powerful poem. I also like what the Rekdal said, the paragraph just before the poem in the link you gave, where she mentioned the poets she was reading at the time she wrote the poem (and I assume the whole collection). Is she implying our poetry takes on the color of the work we read and re-read?<br /><br /><a href="http://vnesdolypoems.wordpress.com" rel="nofollow">Violet N.</a>Violet N.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16586574800230604652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-52000472676271970822013-01-18T16:59:28.879-06:002013-01-18T16:59:28.879-06:00Dear Irene,
I never rode regularly, but did have ...Dear Irene, <br />I never rode regularly, but did have a girl crush on horses, from the plastic ones we played with on the floor to the occasional visits to stables, to Equus in the theater. I love the juxtaposition of her lover and a horse in such gorgeous detail.<br />Thanks for exploding my brain with this poem.April Halprin Waylandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10760393691320267240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-53852842432913491402013-01-18T14:32:33.464-06:002013-01-18T14:32:33.464-06:00Powerful! My 15 year old daughter rides...I'm ...Powerful! My 15 year old daughter rides...I'm going to share this poem with her tonight. =)Bridget Mageehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18185985167366724404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-87481913062705052672013-01-18T12:58:45.099-06:002013-01-18T12:58:45.099-06:00Hi, Irene. I have a friend who is learning to do b...Hi, Irene. I have a friend who is learning to do body-work on horses. I can't wait to share this poem with her. I loved the phrase "iron intention." It seems that the book was meant to jump into your hands!Author Amokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13636391982938592789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-82192019082837039422013-01-18T09:12:00.871-06:002013-01-18T09:12:00.871-06:00Yes. Wow. And I didn't ride, but I can see suc...Yes. Wow. And I didn't ride, but I can see such "fierceness" here, such beauty. Wishing you bluebird skies!Dorainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04421672075192660319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-21544115231750895972013-01-18T08:09:58.660-06:002013-01-18T08:09:58.660-06:00Wow. Like Linda, I also rode in my youth (and work...Wow. Like Linda, I also rode in my youth (and worked in a stable). I miss the amazing relationship between horse and rider -- "as if they were one body, one fluid motion/ of electric understanding".Katyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14618886866798905292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5375684657483536810.post-83726740038723577812013-01-18T07:49:11.280-06:002013-01-18T07:49:11.280-06:00I rode in my youth, & then had a sweet, sweet ...I rode in my youth, & then had a sweet, sweet arab mare for a long while before I returned to teaching, Irene. It was sad to say goodbye. This poem is beautiful, takes me back to those feelings that one has with those wonderful animals. "that when you turn to me/it is a choice". I'm so glad you found the poem! And then shared!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.com