4/30/11

Lamenting Elation
By Danielle Purcell


I watch him run, striding
effortlessly, gracefully,
as when the sun rises
bringing everything to life.

His muscles contract,
bulging through his brown hide,
screaming with heat.

His jaw is clenched,
etched perfectly,
chiseled with accuracy,
directly from God's finger.

His jet-black mane is blowing wildly
by the wind, cracking
on his thick neck,
leaving small knots
among his coarse strands.

He grunts, nostrils flared,
showing a sign of being tired.
But he continues,
as if to please me.
For every inch of his body
is pulsating with eagerness,
wanting to impress me.

I watch him, galloping
Elegantly, fluently
through the meadow,
racing
the wind.

I can hear
the trembling
of the earth,
the beating
of our hearts, and
the echoing
of my eager attention
on parting imprints
left on my soul.

For as he strides
towards the distant horizon,
he is engulfed in a golden glow.
My eyes are blinded
by a flash of sun
and an ache
in my heart.

He is nearly gone.
Forever.


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Danielle Purcell is currently attending Gonzaga University School of Law in Washington state. Although she grew up in Florida, and has had the privilege to travel and see many places, she loves the west-coast and hopes to stay there after graduating. Her passion for words and creativity has been with her from an early age, but her attempt to share this passion with others has just begun.