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| From Mystic Seaport |
No steed bearing your knight,
The thunder you hear
Is your own heart,
Your rescue.
(The horse in the photo is a Percheron, a war horse whose strength could bear the weight of armor-laden knights.)
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15 Comments
gorgeous!!!
ReplyDeleteMy Dear Knight often has this old heart pounding. Love your poem.
ReplyDeleteMy own heart? Yes indeed!
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
nice capture:)
ReplyDeletebeautiful!!
ReplyDeleteHeart's all we have. Well said.
ReplyDeleteExcellently done.
ReplyDeleteExcellent. My own heart. :]
ReplyDeleteBeautiful horse, I love white horses- they are a symbol of purity, stamina and grace;) And romantic dreams come true.;)
ReplyDeletexoxo
Horses are haunting me lately. I see them everywhere and somehow I love them. I've never been close to a horse, though my husband bought one for my daughter when she was a tween. The horse bit her badly and we sold him.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, your photo and wonderful poem inspired many thoughts as you can see.
Beautiful write...short & precise with lovely picture!
ReplyDeleteIndeed!! Very beautifully put.. Everything happens in our hearts..
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandy, I am here for OSI:
http://rameshsood.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-i-ever-be-her-knight.html
This is indeed beautiful! :)
ReplyDeleteYes, you are only your own rescue.
ReplyDeleteSo much said in so little!
We are the all-powerful, all-bearing children of the world. Our minds and hearts hold the key to the secrets of the universe; and our own secrets as well.
ReplyDeleteLovely lines.
Thanks for being here.