In January among sage
I saw a wild horse lying dead.
Dead, my curiosity
did draw my spirit to this stillness.
On ground that held the chill of the New Year,
his carcass stiff with silent change,
a numbness overcame my mind,
what lessons learned from this morbid find?
Inspecting where his eyes had sunk,
the flesh of lips exposing teeth,
without remorse, curiosity
had brought my booted toe to kick
his bloated unkind belly, swiftly.
As if my cellular memory
began to send their messages.
I smiled, with sudden understanding
of cycles starting with our sun
and filled with sudden excitement
found when our minds acquire knowledge,
when one notices the fruitful sun
and dances with the tree of life
and there I knelt in front of death,
this carcass being my only pew
and prayed a prayer to nature, to life,
a sudden passion in my heart.
With this feeling I left the horse
to return months after, and saw
only small remnants of bone and skin.
This time I did not feel moved
I simply drove onto the road
and left this scene to nature.
For my thoughts were on my own life.
manatita44 from london on April 29, 2017:
Exquisite work even though with a dead carcass. Great work!!
Suhail Zubaid aka Clark Kent from Mississauga, ON on April 29, 2017:
I read this poem with tears in my eyes. It is graphical and had points to ponder upon.
Jamie Lee Hamann (author) from Reno NV on April 25, 2017:
Thank you Ann, Bill, Kristen, and Mark. Funny you say "Bigly." I read the poem again and noticed the -ly rhyme quite a bit in the beginning. Sometimes when my mind gets set on a rhyme I just can't stop. Thank you again. Jamie
Mark Tulin from Santa Barbara, California on April 25, 2017:
Powerful. Such an experience to experience the death of a horse and to realize the meaning of its life.
Kristen Howe from Northeast Ohio on April 25, 2017:
This was a great visual poem with an excellent rhyme scheme. Very deep and moving as well. Nice job.
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on April 25, 2017:
I'm with Ann on this one...very interesting, rhythmic....you have improved "bigly" over the years.
Ann Carr from SW England on April 25, 2017:
Plenty of food for thought here, Jamie. A well-constructed and rhythmic poem. I enjoyed it and the ending was very satisfying.