I'm so sorry for your loss of such a sweet friend.
And Oh what a hauntingly beautiful triolet-- a fitting tribute. I love how it begins with an erasure and that lines becomes the repeated chorus.
As I was reading I was also thinking that this line would be a wonderful start to a poem: "You’ve seen him before, bearing the goats upon his back with patience." It's got music and power to it.
I have to believe that All of my precious horses are waiting for me in heaven as a child I told my horse all my deepest secrets, shared my fears & insecurities.
In truth I know that God allowed my to have Chetsy because I needed someone.
But the GOD who made such provision for a very unimportant little girl.
Will surely arrange for her to throw her arms around his neck & tell him it wasn’t in vain all those miles we logged together!
In New York City a man you have never met is bowing his head over the loss of a beautiful animal. My heart goes out to you. I cannot imagine he would have had a happier life with another human. All good things.
Almost feels as if, on special occasion, the Master Poet lends His pen to earthly hands. Like when loss leaves the mind a bit weary, but the soul still longs for the right words to honor.
This is the lesson from Lamentations where Jeremiah uses an acrostic to exhaust grief from "A to Z"
Without the form grief spirals, loops, repeats, nags, threatens to grow larger than what is real. With the form it takes a shape, becomes real, a thing that can be confronted.
I'm so sorry for your loss of such a sweet friend.
And Oh what a hauntingly beautiful triolet-- a fitting tribute. I love how it begins with an erasure and that lines becomes the repeated chorus.
As I was reading I was also thinking that this line would be a wonderful start to a poem: "You’ve seen him before, bearing the goats upon his back with patience." It's got music and power to it.
Thank you, Melanie. I appreciate this so much. He really did carry those goats like it was nothing.
Lovely tribute to Diesel. I’m sorry for your loss. May your sweet memories of him bring you comfort.
Thank you both <3
Came to say the same sentiment, Mandy. ♥️
I have to believe that All of my precious horses are waiting for me in heaven as a child I told my horse all my deepest secrets, shared my fears & insecurities.
In truth I know that God allowed my to have Chetsy because I needed someone.
But the GOD who made such provision for a very unimportant little girl.
Will surely arrange for her to throw her arms around his neck & tell him it wasn’t in vain all those miles we logged together!
Thanks honey
I'm not crying. You're crying. Okay, I admit I am crying. ❤️
That's so sad 😢 What a lovely poem and beautiful tribute, though.
Wonderful tribute, Mandy. My wife lost her horse some years back and it's still difficult for her. Horses are something special.
Evocative and chilling. Thanks for sharing!
A beautiful tribute both in word and visually. I’m sorry for your loss. Diesel sounds like a wonderful horse and you honored him well.
This is such a beautiful post, so emotional.
In New York City a man you have never met is bowing his head over the loss of a beautiful animal. My heart goes out to you. I cannot imagine he would have had a happier life with another human. All good things.
Thank you
He's beautiful 🌀♥️
He's somewhere lovely now.
So beautiful
I’m very sorry for the loss of your horse Diesel. Your poem is a fitting tribute to him.
Almost feels as if, on special occasion, the Master Poet lends His pen to earthly hands. Like when loss leaves the mind a bit weary, but the soul still longs for the right words to honor.
Form "contains" grief.
This is the lesson from Lamentations where Jeremiah uses an acrostic to exhaust grief from "A to Z"
Without the form grief spirals, loops, repeats, nags, threatens to grow larger than what is real. With the form it takes a shape, becomes real, a thing that can be confronted.
RIP Diesel