I saw a girl on a horse, once
Her hair was a heavy steel gray, and then red, and then black
She moved the animals ahead of her, and they moved because she wanted them to move, and there was no force in it, only wanting
She was old, and her touch held such wisdom that it put babies to sleep, but she was young and rode wildly and she rode fast, or maybe she rode in her own time, ripely
All around her was the color of pebbles,
She could smell water
And sometimes no one could find her at all
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Sometimes I feel old and young at the same time, or both wild and tame. I wish I had magic abilities, and sometimes I feel unknowable. For a moment, I felt all these things at once, and that is how this piece came to me - all at once, in a moment.
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Nicely done. It moves and flows back and forth and back again creating a timeless vision.
Interesting!
Darryl, thank you for your kind comment. I am glad this piece evoked something within you.
Jerry, thanks for reading and commenting. I look forward to you "looking in" on my writing.
I like the tone of this piece - and form. Good work, Grey.
Thank you, Sam. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
Jeeez! This piece is arresting, a brilliant portrait. Elegant.
You words are very encouraging, James. Thank you for taking thetime to read and respond.
I really love these images, Grey, especially that progression at the end. For some reason, I like the second line better without "and" - feels like it would make the impact of the last line stronger. But really, lovely work! *
Hi, Julie, and thank you for the time you gave me by reading and commenting. Your suggestion is a good one. The piece even looks better without the "And" being all pointy up front.
This is gorgeous. "She was old, and her touch held such wisdom that it put babies to sleep..." love that especially.
Lou, thank you for reading, and for telling me what you like about this piece.
This is really beautiful I got chills reading.
Your praise means a lot. Thank you.
"...she was young and rode wildly and she rode fast, or maybe she rode in her own time, ripely" Lovely language and imagery. Makes me want to ride again.
Thank you very much, Rae. I am glad it made you feel something. That is what I always hope for.
Unusually for me I feel the weight and the smoothness of a pebble - a grey one with a white line through it, a favourite in the basket on my windowsill - rather than visualising your words. Clever girl Grey.
Your response is very particular, and therefore very meaningful, Sandra. Thank you.
This is passionate and quiet. It engages the senses and also makes statements that inspire wonder. -- Q
Grey -- this piece has such a neat thing happening. The details in the images contrast so beautifully with the grand sweep of movement -- I really like that. It's delicate and strong -- Strong language, subtle movements... And I love the line about her riding in her own time, ripely. What a great choice of words.
This is also well done. Thanks for sharing it with The Glass Coin Group
Awesome writing here; a loveliness untainted by conflict; I love this.
Thank you, Beate. You mention the absence of conflict, and I am glad to have that peacefulness speak to you.
I read this piece, then your author's note afterward, and couldn't believe how your comment mirrored what I was about to say--that the piece captured feeling many conflicting things at once. Really beautiful.
The old and young, the young and old, the color of pebbles, hair from gray to red to black--this piece is so generous--the yin and yang accepted then mysteriously not even there. Beautiful!
Bobbi, thank you so much for finding and reading this, as it was posted some long time ago. I am very pleased to know that you enjoyed it. "Generous" is such a delicious word.
It has a nice legato quality; my one consideration is that it ought to be longer. The last line seems to be less of a conclusion than a lead-up to something else.
This is so inspiring, especially after reading your author's note.*
There is a lot of undercurrent here. Nicely done!