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In This Stall (Horse Poem #1)

Note: This was written by a younger me–in 2003. I laugh now while rereading it, & you may, too. Hmm, I must’ve been pretty irritated about some lil’ life event, probably a very trivial thing (life irritant) at the time. I do believe the poem vented everything I needed to vent. Poems (the writing) can do that for us — take us through the emotional twists & turns. Yet, we can move on without ever really saying a word. This one speaks in a stallion’s stance I do believe. haha And I share the only horse picture I have. (As I glance at that image, oh, there’s another poem a-stirrin’.)

In This Stall (Horse Poem #1)

* an oldie from ’03, nothing significant by the way, just a zany write*

In this stall,
I can stamp my feet,
bulge my eyes,
shake my upper lip,
display my nasty teeth,
stand on my hind legs,
even bang my front hooves
against the wall.
I can tilt my head back,
whinny as loudly as I possibly can
to wide open skies.
I can wildly swish my tail,
not just rearrangin’ flies,
but tossin’ these troubles
far, far, far away.

I recall
I used to behave
in such a calm way;
obedience was my forte’.

Well, now I am a horse of a different color,
color you’ve never seen!
I know you’re thinkin’-
How can this be? She was so nice;
now she’s so mean?”

When this tantrum’s over,
when troubles are thrown away,
I’ll be a better horse, of course.
That is,
if the walls
are still standin’
in this stall.

I know there’ll be
a better day.
That’s it; that’s all.

Why are you steppin’
away from me, huh?

 

6 replies on “In This Stall (Horse Poem #1)”

Thank you, Lynne, for your comments. I did write a second one during this time frame about this same horse. Happy that you appreciate this ol’ poem.
Jan

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Oh, Sarah! Are you laughing with this one? I am. I’m trying to recall what stirred this particular poem. Hmmm, I’m not sure; however, I must’ve been pretty annoyed to get these words to express like this.
Thank you for reading & commenting. There is a second one — Horse Poem #2. I may post that one another day.
Jan

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Enjoyed this joyful write, Jan.

Love where the horse is not just swatting flies,
but tossing troubles far away.
Wish humans could toss troubles so easily! :0)

Take care,
Kerri

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Thanks for reading & commenting, Kerri. This ol’ horse in this poem had had enough–just had to go tantrum-style for a short while. 🙂 Glad you found a favored part in this.
Jan

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