Tamed Passion
Passionately I prance
to my own rhythm
structure unacceptable.
A noble steed am I
breathing in untamed freedom,
all rules cast aside.
Intensity shines forth
from my poetic soul,
feet drumming
a mystical beat,
but I confess
I'll humble myself,
cast it all aside
for a tempting morsel
of apple, carrot, or grass.
By Sebastian, Art Happens 365, February 3, 2012
Well...the way to a man's heart is his stomach! Sebastian's wild in spirit, but a gentleman at the manger. Great poem. Love the ending.
ReplyDeleteSebastian has the makings of a good poet...and is also very handsome!
ReplyDeleteGets em everytime.
ReplyDeleteNoble his is...and quite handsome too~
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the poem and after scrolling down I have to say that Eddie is a nice horse...are you sure you can't convince your husband? This is my first time to your blog and I have to say what a beautiful place.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, gorgeous horse!
ReplyDeleteSmart boy to write such words.
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