Free Spirit

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Featured Review on this writing by hullabaloo22


Free Spirit

A Free-Verse Poem

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I am a mustang roaming free

unrestrained as summer thorns

seasoned, dull, even mangy

stubby legs climbing, ever climbing, for new heights

on scrubby grass—I am a mustang on insipid plains

fast as lightning.

I am a mustang, cautious, sensing danger; snakes in tall grass, under rocks.

I am a mustang, breached by cultivation—persistent, outlandish, archaic.

I am the past, a momento, unexpected, valuable, a relic.

A gem needing polish, weathered, rough.

I have the mustang’s weathered hooves and mane; unmanicured unkempt

desiring freedom.

Wind whipping, mane flashing, eyes stinging, breath halting, frost gathering

muscles tensing, fences enclosing.

Today persisting and surviving—tomorrow the glue factory?

..............................................................................................................................................................................

Shirley Langton 2019

 


Submitted: November 14, 2020

© Copyright 2021 Shirley M. Langton. All rights reserved.

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hullabaloo22

Beautiful words and images until that hard-hitting ending.

Sun, November 15th, 2020 8:25pm

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That was the way it was meant, to make us realize how we treat wildlife. Thanks for your comments.

Sun, November 15th, 2020 3:11pm

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