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Plato’s Horses

The horses were gathered around the tree

Like points on a star


Facing the tree trunk as if it was some equine oracle

Dispensing beneficent predictions

Or serving up sugar cubes

Of course I knew it was just the only shade in the field

But they looked like long-maned sages

Giving and receiving philosophical insights

In the shade of a tree instead of a cave



David Trudel   ©  2013



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Horses At Full Moon

My mind roves

Playing through my consciousness

Like wind through the trees

Sometimes it stops and writes poetry on pine needles

Which fall to earth in turn

Composting into the floor

My mind dances as nervously as paddocked stallions

When the wind gusts warnings of spindizzy

So I am spooked as they are

At dustdevil dervishes that seem to say

Something unhinged approaches

Instead I consider the burgeoning moon

Something full for a change

No emptiness that screams want

Something that hasn’t been starved into submission

A regularity that pulls me into balance

Illuminating darkness with silver radiance

Something to settle my mind on



David Trudel     ©  2013




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This mare is skittish

Mistrustful of fences and ropes

She prefers to gallop with her colts

In the back forty meadow

Outpacing the wind, wildly

Her admirers wait

Fence watching

Lined up

Where she’ll saunter by

Taking an apple or a carrot

At her pleasure

But mindful that they have saddles and bridles

Waiting in those dusty pick-ups

I wait in the shadows

Beyond the rest

I offer sugared words

And carry no lariats

I wear no spurs

I have no saddle

Besides, I prefer her back bare

And if the price to ride with her

Is to bear her weight on top of mine

I’ll do it, with gusto

Hooves and all

Carrying on to the ends of the earth

Where noble Pegasus will lift a wing

To send us skyward

To be remade into a brilliant constellation

Shining brightly in the night sky


David Trudel   © 2012



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I didn’t have a horse

But there was always one to ride

In a town that boasted more horses per capita

Than anywhere else in the country

So they said in my childhood

Horses will always mean home to me

Horses look right into your face

Those soft brown eyes see soul to soul

Thundering power

Belies delicate nervousness

Startled by the merest wind

Beware the dust devils, they whisper to each other

Milling in the pasture

Impatient at the gate

A mighty hoof will stomp your foot

To remind the rider who is really in charge

Or out riding trails careen closely to trees

Testing your mettle and agility

Noble as princes

Athletic and strong

Alive to the cosmos

Carrying on

David Trudel © 2012

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