
“Dressage” by Robert Joyner
rider and mount
regal bearing
engaged in an
elegant dialogue
formal attire
commands
glistening flanks
subtle artistry
airs above ground
lithe and light
through the jumps
stepping smartly
through forms
martial born
muscle memory
drawn upon
centuries turned
to a delicate
genteel ballet
barely tinged
by its ancestral
warriors charging
through battlefield
blades wearing
blood in their eyes
From my books Bullets from Bones and Legacies (vol. 1)
great comparisons – really nailed the lightness of dressage
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I’m glad that it worked for you
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Yay! I lost and found you while thinning out the sites I follow. You are still a favorite!
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*smile*
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Your words so expertly paint the movement and form of the horse and the relationship with the rider. Wonderful poem đź’š
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many thanks for your kind words
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I watched dressage on the Summer Olympics and became enthralled with seeing horses dance. Your poem says it so well, especially the bit about muscle memory.
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my dad was an accomplished horseman, but it was my equestrienne niece who specialized in dressage
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