Strange Rider

by silvershoes   Nov 10, 2010


On Saturday,
a man rode in on horseback
with leather for his skin,
His weary brim
hid his eyes, but not the
scars upon his chin.
I saw him from my windowpane,
a gasp fell unrestrained,
and though I sat two stories high,
he heard me all the same.

On Saturday,
a man rode in on horseback
with sweat stained on his chest,
His iron spurs
thick with rust
bore a vague, familiar crest.
He saw me at my windowpane,
a sigh fell unrestrained,
and though I sat two stories high,
I heard him all the same.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Jessie

    I thouroughly enjoyed this, the way you intertwined the two stanzas, and by doing that you really felt the emotion shared between the two of them, great read:)

    Jessie

  • 13 years ago

    by Natalie

    <3

  • 13 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    I'm probably off on the interpretation, but I saw this poem was a message that spoke that some do have it worse than us, yet we feel for them as we wish we could take away their sorrow. That's what I thought you meant by two stories high, or perhaps... you meant it literally that you both were feeling the same emotions, he was on a horse, yet you were two stories high...although at different heights, your eyes connected and you both could feel each other's pain. I also liked the similarities between the two stanzas, it was an excellent idea. Never mind my comment if I am totally off but I like to read poems that make me think of a deeper message that may not be as noticeable, or maybe it is and I picked up on it...who knows. A brilliant write.

  • 13 years ago

    by Jad

    A very interesting poem that gave two different ideas on the situation and was really taken in with the way you described everything and also the meaning behind this poem as it really took me in and I have it playing in my head now and I wonder when it will stop. Almost eerie in the way you have written it. Great job and keep writing.

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