Unbridled Love

Hi I did like this one - though I would have ended it at "I rolled in its strength and mine grew." Every woman needs, to paraphrase Woolf, a paddock of their own !

This poem certainly has put it's spurs into me for the day! What a fabulously penned analogy to many a woman's tale! I know I can certainly relate! Particularly like: "I was broken But never tamed". Also liked the double entendre in the title - UNBRIDLED LOVE. Thank you so much for sharing! Boni

coaxing the wild thing to follow ... when I was young we had a horse if it saw a bridle it would piss bolt and not come back for days ... you also hit a raw nerve finding it hard to say what I think love Jayne-Chloe x x x

I think it is universal, to not want to be yoked, tied too tight. To walk with because it is where you want to be. I really like this poem. Nice ideas, you wrote a poem here that many can relate to. raskin

This poem reminds me of men and woman that I have known or met in my life that seem to think that love is another word for, that is mine. In a marriage love is certainly not possesiveness. It is a mutual respect for each other. My lovely wife has always been free and I would not have had it any other way. The only thing that I possess is my wifes love. We never had money to throw around but a love that welded us together through thick and thin. This well phrased poem that I have been priveledged to read shows a break up of a marriage which to me personally is something sad. My marriage has lasted for fifty four years. Well written and certainly qualifies for a place high on this list Bern.

it seems to be a human trait to want to own both things and people, and it is a expression of true love to allow someone to be free. lol judy

A great write dear Seabhac. Enslave me, but only when I am willing. Enjoyed this a lot. Sincerely, "Culture, location and beliefs; All vanish with love!" ~Afzal Shauq~

For the first twenty-nine years of my life I knew what it was to be "broken but never tamed" then I met my present husband who allows me to be free and whose hand never touches the whip. My favorite lines are: Then I met you. You held out your hand Gently touched me. No halter on your arm, No whip hidden. You never led me but tempted me To follow, With a soft whinny and a flick of your tail. always, Cat

hi there , a nice read , wild is the heart untamed and i see the above comments bring out some personal thoughts which shows the strenght of this ,,,,ziggy

this also reminds me of a neil young song as i am a huge fan of him and it goes something like this its called love is a rose , " love is a rose it only grows when it is on the the vine , a hand full of thorns and you know you have missed it you lose your love when you say the word mine " ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,ziggy ,,,young rules ,lol

Sorry to be late responding, not much time this week.:-( I Love This, Seabhac, I "feel it" and know exactly where your coming from. If we are not allowed to be free as the wind,and become our true selves, we die a little each day. Beautiful pen sweet lady......Thank you! Love and Hugs, Venus xxxx

I like this Seabhac. It's nice when we get second chances, but there's still that little niggle that crops up occasionally keeping us from commiting completely. Rosina xena465

Hi, Truly one can’t barter his freedom...not even for Love.... that love which hurts..... I simply feel in love with your poem.. Gr8 work.. Warm Regards.. ShePra

I really enjoyed this. A nice metaphor, good rhythm, a choice of words that cannot be faulted. Show me the man who thinks that "reining in" his woman is the thing to do... ...and I'll show you an idiot who cannot see past the end of his own ego, and does not deserve the company of a woman in the first place. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

this was a beautiful and intreging poem. mandyboo