A foal is birthed spindly, uncertain on its legs. The river begins uncertain, hesitant. Before long both are trying out their legs, wild, without direction.
I lived near the course of a mighty river. Where I lived, the river was brash. Spring floods took flight upon the plains while I looked on in safety from the bluffs of my hometown. A roiling, galloping mess, the river appeared unbreakable. I thought no one would be able to bust this wild animal. Yet my river was contained in the chute of the bluffs, daring the first rider.
Later I would travel to see the adult river, broad-chested and powerful. A deceit lay hidden beneath the sheen of its placid coat. If you looked, you could see nervous muscles twitch, and a mighty courser stood ready to run.
Further on, the river left its horseshoe marks on the landscape. No one had ever successfully tamed her. The wildness of its course left communities cut-off from its life’s energy. Horseshoe lakes and stagnant meanders were the marks left behind as she ran.
When finally she reached the wide open spaces, you could tell she never suffered a saddle. No bit was ever placed in her mouth.
Inconsequential
leak becomes a great courser
Mississippi, y’all!
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Wonderful tale of vivid memories. I love how you portrayed the river as an animal. Very clever.
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Thank you!
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Love this bit of wildness. You had me at the syntax of that first line. Wonderful.
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High praise! Thank you.
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Love how you give life to the river in your poem 😀 kudos!
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Thank you! The river has a life of its own. I just gave it hooves.
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I really love how you write about the river born as a foal… Rivers are so mighty and untameable…… great haibun my friend…
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Thank you, sir! A high compliment indeed.
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Love the comparison of a river as a maturing foal…especially one that has never been tamed.
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Thank you! It’s one that comes readily to anyone who’s ever been trampled by either one.
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Loved the river as Horse. Beautiful analogy.
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Thank you!
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I so enjoyed your haibun and that fun haiku! And I like the comparison between untamed foal and river. I don’t plan on being trampled by either one!
Gayle ~
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Good plan!
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The analogy of the river to the horse was brilliant and consistent. An amusing haiku at the end. Loved it.
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Thank you! I worked hard to keep it consistent. Glad you enjoyed my poem!
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Wonderful personification, er, horse-I-fication of the river. untamed, untameable….just love it. I had to smile at the poem at the end. All my friends from that neck of the woods always say, Mizzippi….and I must confess, so do I. I figure they live there, they know how to pronounce it correctly!
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Muss liv down N’walins way.
Glad you loved the ride!
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