Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted March 25, 2009 |
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White Horses
by adewpearl
White horses charge the coastline, unchecked by bit or rein. Unchastened and unbridled, they cannot be constrained. Their flowing manes fly windswept above the ocean's roar -- these stallions made of sea foam, that pound the rocky shore. I yearn to mount one bareback, all caution cast aside, but I am far too chary to take that rousing ride. I stand upon the shoreline, and watch white horses range. I long to join their stampede but fear I'll never change. |
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Thanks to Charles Keith, who in commenting upon my cat's paws haiku about gently rippling waves, told me there are other waves known as white horses. I immediately looked this up and found out white horses are larger waves that have their crests broken when blown by the wind so that they appear white. I knew right away I had to write a poem about white horses, a fantastic image.
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