When I Was Dead

a walk along the coast inspired these words & when they woke me up, they were writ...

When I Was Dead

 

When I was dead

I could still see

A herd of wild

White horses

 

Their foaming

Salty mouths

Their manes and tails

Were all about me

 

And only when

I struggled not

Against the waves

Exhausted

 

Did they concede

A hoard of them and

Collectively escort me

Face down unto the harbour

 

Author's Note

drowning in words, aint that what poets do...

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I often dream that I am a white horse coming down a mountainside. I have a companion silver stallion by my side and we are galloping (snorting and huffing) as we rapidly go through a canyon with a stream. Your words here give me the same sense of vision. The universe is calling my friend. This poem is a full gallop, and I am breathless. Exquisite!

[Neville]

My Father took me somewhere when I was a very young child to an underground stream, there was a white horse that seemed to guard the entrance and the stream seemed to be that of mercury/quicksilver.. I would love to find that place and go back there... thanks for visiting these words, I do appreciate it..

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

astounding! I hope you find it again, It sounds magical!

[Neville]

.................it was

[Lorry]

This is so reminiscent of seaside days from my youth, dozing on a beach with the constant beat of the waves hypnotising me into sleep, only to wake and realise my back resembles a baboons arse. Ah, happy days.
One time I woke, believing I could swim, because I dreamt I could. So in I go and nearly drown. Should have learned my lesson from my "I can fly" dream. Well, I kinda did. If I ever try it again, I'll take off from the ground next time. 😀

[Neville]

Cheers me old mate & bigly much :)

[MOON]

Lovely , the image of white horses death and being escorted.

[Neville]

thank you very much indeed.. Neville

[Giulia King]

I saw a herd of white beautiful horses as I was reading this piece. Powerful and amazing

[Neville]

You are far too kind for words my friend & much appreciated too.... Neville

[CLR9]

Danggg
This is a poem about sex.
I'm telling my mom. Not appropriate.

[angel]

If only I'd known; I would've been at yer funeral, my friend...it has been said that I put the FUN back in funeral...I am here at the home of my personal medium,Tabitha Rare--surely you've heard of Medium Rare!--asking her to contact you from beyond yer watery grave...I now regret, my dear friend, teasing you so about your fear of both seawater and horses; how was I to know that your nemeses would join forces to put an end to ya...*sob*...if only ye were to revive! I'd never tease ye about either o' them things again. I would think of entirely NEW things about which to torture ye.
I watch now as yer buried deep, beneath a thick blanket...of...words...as befits a true poet.
How brave of ya, old son, scribblin' that last poem upon yer chest with an indelible marker...WHEN I WAS DEAD...a truer poem--nor a better--was never written on the subject of drownin' in horses...please, revive!!!

[Neville]

anything for you.. thanks for these words of sympathy.. you are very kind indeed, I shall treasure them... N

[Ana Papaya]

I have heard it is the most peaceful of deaths.

[Neville]

sure dont wanna find out.. so be careful out there.. cheers tho Ana...

[Ana Papaya]

cheers Neville

[Neville]

........ ;)

[Ana Papaya]

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[Crowley]

You have been on fire as of late. This was a concrete image wrapped in ethereal gauze. I loved the sway and the weight of it, it sits comfortably for contemplation my friend. Wow!!!

[Neville]

Cheers Crowley... that'l do nicely..

[lightsong]

yes, it's what we do, I saw the sea foams as Your dreamy white hoses, and I saw You diving deep into the ocean as a mermaid, following the moves of these horses while You watch them up there... another world You took us too...

[Neville]

Thank you so very, very much..what a lovely image you have created fro these words...actually, we call those white flashes and foaming streaks white horses over here.. am not sure whether that is a universal term for them, or whether that is just what the locals use...maybe you and others may enlighten me... Bless ya and I hope you are scribbling yourself these days.. I did admire your most recent post.... N

[lightsong]

LOL dear Neville, please forgive my ignorance for not knowing that they are called like that, You enlightened me here.

I wish I can have more time to be here and scribbling but the new neighbors making my privacy less, and my privacy is SACRED for me! SO SACRED, it's how I always lived my life, why now this is happening?! Sigh my friend, I hope Your days are much better than mine and as beautifully gentle as Your words fell upon my heart here~ Gh*

[Neville]

I think it was a brilliant guess, or association you made then in respect of them old white horses.. am sorry to hear you are having a tough time of things where you are... I'm lucky, I dont have any neighbours.. if they bovva ya, let me know and I will arrange for them to have an accident...

[lightsong]

I will tell YOU! ahhhh!

[Neville]

...............please do :)

[NotUsinganymore]

Very lovely. I hope Heaven is peaceful like what you described so my brothers and sisters are living a pain free and abuse free life.

[Neville]

Thank you for visiting these words, very much appreciated... Neville

[NotUsinganymore]

You're welcome. If you want, check out one of my truth stories please.

[Neville]

I may well do that