Nordic cloud

Mar 12, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

MULE THOUGHTS

Time stood still

my mind in balance tethered

to thoughts of death approaching

like an unwilling horse,

or maybe mule

deep in its own thoughts too;

it will not go where you wish it,

where man decides to pull,

no,

it has its own thoughts there inside its pate,

so different from ours,

long ears

it hears another song

its mind creates.

Dear beast,

we sympathise and try to understand,

not many perhaps,

but some

stop to think,

what does he think, this mule?

So servile, we so cruel,

so often cruel towards the humble beast

made to cower at our command,

obey,

carry heavy loads

we couldn't carry anyway.

We breed and use you,

whip and kick you,

and still expect you to relate to us,

this mass of human fuss,

while all you dream of,

lies there in your lovely furry head,

we shed a tear for those abused

and smile at you ,

and your return of love

is mixed and I think somehow

you're amused.

— Nordic cloud, Mar 12, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

Critiques

Bonitaj

16 years 3 months ago

Bemused

am I! Not sure if the poor creature is amused, after all the abuse hurled at him. This you have captured so well! Bravo! Boni

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

I know where you’re coming

I know where you're coming from with this one Ann. When an animal is abused, it still appears to respect it's abuser. Am I right? Rosina xena465

Nordic cloud

16 years 2 months ago

Ann of Norway They are helpless, do we stop to think if horses like to be ridden, no! Do they? How do we know. Man has a tendency to treat every living things as his property and they are not, they are forced to reproduce to feed us, that is not a lovely thought. Just having sympathy and treating animals as one would treat humans is what one wishes some would. I have seen huge bags of concrete being carried on mules backs in Europe, back and forth, back and forth in the hot sun !! And fat farmers riding on mules, while their wives carried heavy loads walking beside them, reducing his spouse to an animal, and pigs kept in a car, in scorching sunshine, parked squint so he/she couldn't stand up properly and I give a great shudder of sympathy and anger at man's attitudes. We, in our comfort, serve them up for supper without batting an eyelid, not that I am a vegetarian, I have no isms or routine ideas, just live in this world as I find it, but we can occasionally complain at such injustices, towards animals and other human beings. Thank you Rosina and judyanne too, for understanding my little message. Love from Ann.

xena465

16 years 2 months ago

I too eat meat, but I truly

I too eat meat, but I truly believe that if I had to kill to eat, I'd become a vegetarian, or eat grass like the poor little exhausted Mules have too. luv 2 u my dear friend Ann of Norway. Rosina xena465

judyanne

16 years 2 months ago

your making me cry annanya

the unconditional, often undeserved, love we receive from animals shows me, at least, the godhead in everything. love and hugs judyanne

pamela

16 years 2 months ago

In someone elses head

Dear Ann, This poem spoke to me of the minds ability to light on a topic and refuse to turn it loose(I struggle with that myself from time to time), and the desire to be in someone elses head even if it means to face their suffering rather than our own. Wow, I didn't mean to go on it but you nailed it. Mortality. P.

Nordic cloud

16 years 2 months ago

Yes Mortality Pamela

Ann of Norway Dear Pamela, You are the one with the observant mind, I started and, as aye, digressed, yet still holding the pathos of misunderstanding, your keen senses probe to find the hidden message; it's exciting to see and know that you can do that so well. Prompted by sympathies with another in distress and pain, this poem began its journey and as usual became another within its frame, that's the excitement of exploring one's own mind while writing, the sudden surprises of connections enrich and carry its impetus and we revel in its dash of uncertainty, at least that's how I experience the writing of a poem; do you have the same experience? So lovely to have you to comment on my poems Pamela, love to you and your 'man.' Ann.

pamela

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Ann, It is the

Dear Ann, It is the hidden messages that clarify the signs right before the eye that dreams that will not pacify the messages that pass us by You are very astute yourself, Dear Ann, and yes I do experience writing in that way. I feel like those connections are sign posts to let you know your on the right track. P.