My father taught me to count time in my mind
with ponies
my pretty ponies
One 'my pretty pony' takes a second to say
When in anticipation of something new
I'd count them with joy
and through my childhood years
many pretty ponies bounded
through my imagination
pulling seasons on a fast ride
towards the next adventure
each pony racing past in reckless abandon
hundreds through the years
Until the moment
some of my ponies froze for an eternity
never to fully recover
I asked someone
how long it would have taken to happen
‘Oh quick,’ came the reply, ‘about twenty seconds’
Somewhere inside me
twenty of my ponies instantaneously aged
Sometimes... every now and then
within the confines of my memory
twenty shabby ponies take a long time
to limp slowly past
.
Comments
Judy
Your Ponies have become real in that they should not still be youthful and agile any more..
I am now 70 and my ponies don't even come out of the stable any more..
I still have to look out for them and remember that youthful time when they taught me patience.
They were needed so many times as you say over the years, but you learned from those years and now see them as they are, but remember that their hearts are still that young they would outrun your dreams..
Believe that your learning has been great and this piece is a tribute to those that taught you so many things, the things that not all of us have to go through this time, but we have been there at some time.
Now the Horses can walk and forage from the beautiful green grass that you have put there for them in your contentment, Yours Ian.T
lol
'I am now 70 and my ponies don't even come out of the stable any more..'
very funny ian
thanks for the comments
love judy
xxx
Ian,
Ian has said it all, and in a much better way than i could. This is a great story poem, one to help teach our children or in my case grandchildren. Thank you for this . Love Roscoe..
thank you roscoe
for the very kind comment
love judy
xx
Dear Judy,
This is a beautiful piece. I agree with Ian, as he has said it best. So Roscoe and I echo his thoughts. I can't choose favorite lines as they are all so relevant.
love, Cat
dearest cat
thank you so very much for the read and the supportive comment
love judy
xxx
Hello Judy
There Are times during which memories become painful rather than joyous. But even these times, as all thing, pass and the memories edit themselves by deleting the painful ones. May all your ponies again turn pretty........stan
thanks stan
love judy
xxx
Judy
I think that I have said this before, but here it is again..
Out in the countryside here is a Horse Chestnut tree probably about 20 years old, that at sometime had been struck by lightening In the winter when its leaves are gone it is miss shapen and twisted, to me it is beautiful in its form, but at the moment it has its Summer coat on and is in full flower, one of the most beautiful trees you could ever see..
In our Winter we become twisted and miss shapen but we are still beautiful it is our picture of beauty that needs to be refined.. Have a lovely day out there, Yours Ian.T
beatifully said ian
thanks for sharing
love judy
xxx
thank you lonnie
yes, we are all travelling on our own learning curves :)
love judy
xxx
and here you are shedding a light on your book I think
"My twenty pretty ponies"
Sometimes... every now and then
within the confines of my memory
twenty shabby ponies take a long time
to limp slowly past.
heartfelt writing with a distinguished theme and memories all mingled together to gift us with these beautiful lines.
P.s I have started a quick skimming of the book. Hope I can go through in the coming few days
yes rula - a clue to the title
thank you for the great review
i'm thrilled to hear you are reading my book
do please let me know what you think of it - and be honest
lol i can take it...i dish i out so i need to know how to take it eh?
love judy
xxx
I am now 70 and my ponies don't even come out of the stable any
we all generally agree with Ian
because he is generally
IMPARTIAL
and has two opinions up his sleeve
his and Sadie's
But I have a feeling you have been counting your ponies
since eons
and have lost all count..
as much as Ian has this time ..
he had meant perhaps .....do pardon me....mercy be upon my soul .. Ian
I am now 70
and my pony ....
doesn't even come out
of the stable....
any more ....hahaahahahhaa
in good humor do take
and the lonely pony shall awake... IAN
slaughter me if you will
lol loved
someone may slaughter you, but it won't be me :)
love judy
xxx
no man born out of a womans womb
no man born out of a woman's womb
has been born
to take as much as a drop of blood extra,
once he wants his ounce of bloodless breasts off me.
Show me a man
and
I shall show you cowards exist
this is a world for brave people ...
who can face the onslaughts of humanity,,
in what colours
twill come
heaven knows it..
not even me.
nor you Judy..
Anyway thanks for the warning ...
Ian must be consulting Sadie
and she will say
let Loved be free ...
when the time comes up here
I..(Sadie) will handle me..
HAVE merci
iAN
Loved
I shall smote you with eternal unconditional love, and as for Sadie, she sends it in such colours that even the Angels wear Ray Banns.
Go young Bard round up your Ponies, tell us the memories they carry for you, dwell in our truth but for a day, then scatter petals to the winds that they may tell you who loves you..
Take care young one, Yours Ian.T
u spare me..............
u spare me............
so u I do ...
means ADORE YOU 222222222222222222
SHALL strew petals of perfumed emotion across the lovely internet and as all of you abide wwith mee the world will be amazed to see loved was no commoner once a great poet could have been if many more about his eternal love .. to obtain it had but a simple dream and did at this angel a passerby of times domain none did at loved did scream then i shall spew roses perfume and whereall withall to and through youuuuuu...
Hard write
Hi Judy, at the first second that you find it is fear that urges you to keep the aged ponies in the pen, let them out. They have paths to walk, fresh grass to eat, a story arc perhaps of great power. The missing pony, his story told for the most is nudging you with his nose to recogize he is part of all things now. Give hime your kind thoughts, but the 20 ponys would heal, the 21st, (you) would not be walking through putrescent mud. For lack of better words Death sucks, and I've brushed up against its arrogance several times. It darkens my world a little still, but my brother is free. I don't mean to barge in, especially in a topic so personal but I felt I might be able to help. You can't carry him and the rest at the same time. Free him for the trauma is no longer his. When you know he's ok, you will feel revitalized. When he's in the breeze and stream, and sky, You will be free.
blessings
Ron
Blue Demon77
dear ron
thank you so very much for the kind words and concern
i am actually fine - it has been 16 years, and i have definitely come to terms with life and death and all the in-betweens :)
the 10th was the 16th anniversery, and i felt compelled to acknowledge it in some way - thus the posting of this write...
again, sincere thanks
love judy
xxx
I've just finished reading
I've just finished reading the preview on the Amazon, I am going in the coming few days to order it if God wishes. I'm not sure how many days it takes to be delivered but I am really looking forward to reading the full story. You don't need my opinion I am sure. You do really have all the qualities that qualify you to be a great writer. As you are writing a personal experience this spices it up and adds to your profound writing and gives it a special taste. The first few pages have been narrated really distinguishably .. I'll tell you more ...
Soon . Don't go away. : )