The horses do not…
lower themselves without reason…
Ask a woman
from Ohio about actual horses
& they will be able to move,
sometimes without their body,
to places that feel like everywhere
now that they’ve been there…
~ Darren Demaree, from “Emily as Every Time I’m Asked to Write a Poem…” in What Are Birds Journal (Issue 1.1)
Notes: Poem: (via Boston Poetry Slam). Photo: Anna Attlid (via See More)
Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
Horses are simply amazing creatures!!
old souls.
I read the full poem 10 times. I don’t know what to do with it. Like, I need to ask the writer what happened and where this came from?
Yes. Agree. Lot there.
Love it though
I was disturbed enough to follow this up a bit and I let you decide what to think of the introduction on his own website:
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DARREN IS A DANGEROUS DREAMER, CONCOCTING LOVE POEMS TO HIS HOME STATE, AND PASTORALS TO HIS TRUE LOVE. BUT THERE’S ALWAYS SOMETHING MORE BENEATH THE SURFACE: SEX AND VIOLENCE, VILLAINY, MUTILATION, UNEASY REDEMPTION AND TROUBLED ECSTASY. THESE POEMS ARE PINS PRESSED DEEP IN THE DISFIGURED HEART OF AMERICA. THEY WORK A DARK MAGIC ON THE READER — THEY’RE UNSETTLING IN NECESSARY WAYS.” CHRISTOPHER MICHEL
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And there is why I clipped the excerpts that I did.
you clever, soul-ful man!
Ha!
“Unsettling in necessary ways. ”
Necessary, yes!
Thanks Kiki. I didn’t dig this deep.
Deep! 😉
Ha! It is!
I don’t know what it means, but I know how reading it makes me feel… at once connected and a part from places I roam. – tsk
Tony, you have described what I couldn’t. Exactly how I felt. Thank you.