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January 21, 2011

Fridays Poetry: Featured Post Winner

Congratulations to the wild magnolia on her winning contribution!

winter day
black and white
bare back
wild streak
break free
spirit dance
water trough
sweet oats
warm stall

I know that this photograph will be an intriguing muse for your poetry today. There is something regal and dynamic about this wonderful horse photograph from Margaret Bednar over at Art Happens 365 (photography & poetry). I'm thrilled to welcome the very talented Margaret to our contributing photographers here at Write With Pictures. Please take a moment to visit Margaret to see more of her amazing photography.

6 comments:

T Rex Mom said...

Painted steps prance across the pasture with anticipation of the forth coming spring days ahead.

Happiness is galloping on far and near green pastures and calling to friends in the fields ahead.

Run with me friends...
Run with me far...

For it is as one that we can gallop and not be lead.

the wild magnolia said...

winter day
black and white
bare back
wild streak
break free
spirit dance
water trough
sweet oats
warm stall

Margaret said...
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Robyn Campbell said...

Uh, er, that looks like one of horses. Shamrock. Amazing. Except Shamrock has two white stockings. Opposite feet.

Poetry will be offered some time down the road when I've worked on it some more. :)

Margaret said...

I have reworded my above poem. I will erase the above comment. Thank you for having me as a featured photographer!

"Freedom"

Passionately prancing
To your own rhythm.
Structure unacceptable,
Rules cast aside.
Intensity shines forth
From a poetic soul.
Feet drumming
A mystical beat.

by Margaret Bednar

Susan Fobes said...

This is rudimentary at best, but not bad:
He stares-what does he see?
Watching, waiting,
Contemplating.
Friend or foe,
He doesn’t know,
Still he trots before me.