SeeHorse: In Honor of National Poetry Month, My Poem Of Girls And Horses
Thursday, April 29th, 2010SeeHorse by Eleanor Van Natta My seehorse rode waves of my ocean while I silently drowned in desperate motion; unguarded I was discarded he was looking for himself and did not see all the many many pieces of me; yet with her eyes my seehorse sees reflections in the panes within and cringes not nor [...]