Re: Back In The Saddle Again -- Poetry Grace and Insanity

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Date Posted: 10:30:33 02/23/00 Wed
Author: Leisa*)
Subject: Re: Back In The Saddle Again
In reply to: Morgaine Le Fey 's message, "Back In The Saddle Again" on 13:03:58 02/22/00 Tue

so glad you decided to join us here. we can always use more quality writers here. and i am proud of the group here.
proud of the work that goes on here rather than the nonsense at some other boards!
thanks for coming!
as i was telling Turk i look forward to your posts as well as your insight and feedback to the other writers here.

love this line
"like tossed salad with nuts"
then the word play with "dressing"
in the next line.
and what a great endline:
I ride life into the morning"

can find nothing to nit pick here.
good work Sis!

Leisa*)

> (Leisa, I guess I'm ready)
>
>
> Back In The Saddle Again
>
> The sun blares through the window,
> trumpets the list I wrote in the night
> before dreams interrupted
> like tossed salad with nuts;
> I am dressing for the day.
>
> Trailers with stock pass fast between
> the house and the corral, kick up dust
> like moving carnival rides and
> I want to scream out,
> be released from the fuming dirt.
>
> One foot in the stirrup, the other
> pedaling like wheels spinning a thin line
> before lifting off, swinging up and
> back in the saddle again;
> I ride life into the morning.

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