Artistic Interpretations with Margaret
Margaret has shared some art exhibited at the NC County Fair in Asheville for our inspiration in the Garden
Waiting
I wait
for the footfall
that doesnt come
the gentle touch
that used to
calm my fears
I wait for the soft
tones of a voice filled
with love that is
now lost
I wait
alone
and yet
I hope
so I’ll wait on
rhymeswithbug 
Oh Candy, I want to stroke that horse and give it an apple or a sugar lump. It reminds me of a sad pony we used to see in a field near to where we used to live. It was out in all weather and, one day, we stopped to give it a pat and it was no longer there. I often wonder what happened to it.
The lines that really touch my heart are:
‘I wait
for the footfall
that doesnt come’
and
…the soft
tones of a voice filled
with love…’
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Thanks, Kim. I really didn’t intend to choose that picture to write about but I guess it chose me
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They tend to do that 🙂
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The poor horse! I hear it’s loneliness loud and clear.
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Such a sad poem this, the waiting. I wonder if it has been sold or if its owner has died. I hope someone is coming to love that horse again.
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I think that we see the waiting as sad because we have not learned to love the silence enough… but there is a weight in your poem that I really love
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Thanks. Waiting requires patience also. Something that we seem to be lacking these days
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hope helps us wait
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Oh nothing breaks my heart more than an animal waiting for the loved one who never comes, who has perhaps died or gone away. This hit my heart.
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I grew up with the story of Black Beauty – I had a wonderfully illustrated version. It is beautifully written – and one goes through a range of emotions. Horses are lucky if they have a forever home – many come to bad ends – especially in the racing industry… Work horses are gentle souls – they love to work (NYC carriages are an easy, great life for them – but most people don’t realize that. These big animals are made to work – they are not horses that do well idle and they love people. Horses are also meant to be with a herd – I always feel bad for a lone horse – at least a goat or donkey or something should be nearby. Sweet, sad poem.
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Thanks for you comment. As a child, I always wanted a horse but we lived in town
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Oh, this makes me cry. Animals form such strong bonds with humans. They feel loss/separation just as deeply as we do.
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My favorite flavor: bittersweet.
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