Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Riding Rough


Riding a rough horse—
Cannot be reined in.
Jumps the fences,
Lands hard on stony ground.

Shoots along flat faceless land,
Ducks under spiny trees,
Sweeps through sage brush.

Won’t let rider dismount, no, no,
Wind chapped, finally brakes cold,
Shakes head, nickers, and tosses mane,

When the rider. 
Slams. 
Down.

What do you think this poem is truly saying?

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    1. So wonderful to see your name! You have been missed!
      There are so many different battles and each one is a rough ride.

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  2. Life just takes off on you and you'd darn well better hold on.

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    1. When your feet hit the floor, arthritis reminds you that you are not 20 anymore.

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  4. Life can kick you down but you have to get back up

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  5. Don't try to control what you cannot. The situation was quite disdainful of the effort the controller put it, futilely. Must have been trying to roll a pint of water up Niagara Falls.

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    1. Now THAT is an interesting image. Futile indeed. And dangerous.

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  6. I'm with Joanne's perception. Don't control what you can't. And when you think you're in control, are you really?

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    1. No one is ever in control of anything. We like to think we are, but I know that only God is in charge.

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  7. Such an evocative piece speaking to so many parts of me.
    A random selection?
    Hang on tight, it is going to be a hell of a ride.
    Resistence is futile...
    And the snickering of the beast in control did make me think of the laughter of the gods...
    I loved Joanne's analogy of rolling water as well.

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    1. Some great quotes there, Sue. Bette Davis to Star Trek: excellent.

      Joanne nailed it, as did you!

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  8. No matter how much we want it, the world won't stop and let us get off...

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    1. Gravity is a gift, and so is a God-centered life.

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  9. I love the analogy of life and riding a runaway wild horse. I like wild horses. My Father always said, 'you can't look a wild horse in the eye so you'd better hang on'. Thrills and spills that is life.

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    1. Your father was wise. I hope you have hung on!

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  10. what do I think this poem is truly saying?
    Not a clue.

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    1. I think you do; you have seen much over the years.

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    2. I shall write it down and study on it for a day or two.

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  11. Happy birthday!!!!! And enjoy Riff Trax tonight. We'll have to compare notes. And see if either us remembers the jokes...

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    1. When it was on SyFy (?) we with our teens watched it together. Superb! I will let you know if we remember any of the jokes!

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  12. Happy belated birthday, Susan! Hope you're still celebrating! This was a wonderful poem with the important message of never giving up. I could especially relate to Arleen's interpretation!

    Julie

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    1. Hang on, Tightly!!! Every rough patch in life needs a tight fist.

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Go ahead...it won' t hurt...I'd love to hear what you think!