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Amanda Good Jun 2020
Softly the coffee parts
A creamy-brown bitter end,
Where blended beautiful
Horses dance and ripple from
Dream-spangled flow,
Racing and gliding,
Strong and bold,
A vivid silken chroma
Of intensity from
Black to flat white
With every drop of
Milky dappled reflection.

Onward the flavors swim
Through shimmering tawny sea,
Sweet and bright,
Lively foals prance
In acerbic sunlight.
Stirring my mind with
Earthy strains,
Soothed by chocolaty
Spice and nutty timbre,
Mares graze peacefully.
Moving unseen in dark shade
From the center's spiral sphere,
Smoky and burnt sugar,
A stallion watch-guards
From caffeinated awakening eyes.

Warm to the last drop,
In delightful draught,
These coffee blended beauties
Glide swiftly down,
Hooves trailing a murmur
Of aesthetic experience
Softly caressing my pallet,
Leaving me gazing at
Bright newborn morning skies
Ready for the day ahead.
Amanda Good Jun 2020
My heart is a hollow whirl
Of emotions magnified
With turmoil and anguish,
Sorrow and hopelessness,
As if my worst nightmare,
Restless and breathless,
Has been realized:
             Soon you will be no
                       Longer here with me.
I hear the rumble coming...
It crescendos with
Each day that passes.
My wounds are wide
Echoing and howling,
The tears sting my eyes,
My heart is beating
             Thunderously like hooves
                        Striking the open earth
Relentlessly surrounding me
With endless repetition
Hitting me to the core.
             Here I wait for it:
                      Wishing I had more time.
The pain wrenches my gut
As if all I can do is slowly
Crawl into desolation.
Love, you are the most
             Beautiful stampede
                    To ever trample me!
I am all torn up but
You are worth
Every minute of pain,
Every minute of love,
And every minute of grief.
Though the sadness hurts and
The torture too much to bear
             It is REAL
                   And it is LIFE.
Truly, in the end,
We are all but dust beneath
The hooves of horses
Stampeding wildly off into
The great unknown sunset of
Heaven's embrace where
               A new light dawns
                      Dust to dust.
Amanda Good Jun 2020
Into the Universe,
The firmament expanse,
Beyond the erupting foam
Concealed by evening shades,
And from the chromatic
Violet-blush rippling fold
In the caress of trace
Ellipses of green and gold
Between deep blue
Sapphire vales of shadow
Canvas in a spacial rend,
A silhouette in silver,
A galaxy horse is borne--

Emerging from the
Beautiful auroral glow
His body glints with light
White as starfire rays.
In his mane alone waltz
Many colonies of stars
Dusting silky strands
On the horizon which was
Once a black hole
Full of memories past.
A single eye
Measured in light years
In just a stare
Is an ice blue star
Amongst the vast infinity.

He is a galaxy horse
Of starry dreaming space
With spirit wild
And nature mild
Beneath heaven's silent gaze
He passes over
On sparkling hooves
Earth's immortal face.
Amanda Good Jun 2020
Rolling green hills
Embrace me in a
Verdant and serene sigh,
With high notes
And low notes
Against the divine
Refrain of an
Unclouded sky,
And for a moment
I belong to somewhere
Far beyond,
Farther from where
Most would go...

And there,
So many of them--
All the pretty horses
Dance across the horizon.
Silhouettes running free,
Strong and intensified,
Limbs glossy and supple,
Tails ghosting through
The fields of
Untouched promise.

All the pretty horses
Remind me of a
Simple time,
Remind me of a
Beloved lullaby,
A sweet and melodic air
That wafts by slowly of
Blacks and bays,
Dapples and grays,
Chestnuts and sorrels,
Buckskins and duns,
All beautiful
Balanced,
And bodied,
A symphony of
painted colors
Dotting the expanse
A Hush-a-bye
Echo of their passage.

You can't tame
All the pretty horses.
Never, never.
Their spirit forever
Roams the prairie heart
Of wild places.
I sit back and reflect
As I watch them
Wander off
Into the distance as
Fading shadows
Of romance, nature,
And spirituality.

I watch and I pray
For some solace,
For some comfort.
With a delicious
Frisson of pleasure,
Tingling chills,
Electrically charged,
Flying and seeing
Hidden hues,
I am one with
All the pretty horses,
My kindred love,
Basking in the dusty
Wake of their glory.
Amanda Good May 2020
Hooves subtly touch
The Earth in
Elegant stance where
Plains of silent gasps
Stretch wide with
Rolling hillsides dappled
A prismatic green
Against a pale sky:
Medicine Bow Wilderness.

Ebony silhouettes dot
The horizon,
Heads bowed grazing as
If they knew how to pray.
Their grace wisps upon
The long grass as
A gentle breath of dancing
Wind whispers their
Flowing manes and
Flying tails in motion
Like a sweet melody.

Such power, beauty
Strength, and poise in
This herd of souls
Unfettered!
May my heart roam
With you!
With a magical air
I know what I dream;
Untamed and free,
Hoping and desiring:
Dreams of wild horses.
Amanda Good May 2020
BASHFULNESS  
Fills the air with
Scents sweet and soft
As a briar whose leaflets
Quake and quiver
At your touch.
But his semicolon charm
Lets time slow down.
It is not over yet;
Just on pause,
While tender connections
Are made in his heart,
With some new pure leaf
Unfolding every hour.
With his temperment,
Patience is his virtue.  

UNCONDITIONAL
Rhythms play out his
Tamed soul.
It echoes and thrums
An unsaid and magic bond
Turning to face
The abundant essence
Of the sun and
The boundless flow
Of the moon.
As audible as his breath
In and out,
Swaying between straws of hay,
With his affection,
Reciprocity is his virtue.

BALANCED
Cadence and expression
At Level III,
His gravity light
As a cloud yielding,
Beautiful and elegant,
With strides of fluidity,
His body hugs the arena's
Enchanting embrace.
On the half pass,
Renvers and travers,
Near and off,
A persuasion to dance
On collection:
An equestrian ballet.
With his aids,
Willingness is his virtue.

BLITHE
Like a Sunday rainbow
In a distant sky
Across a pasture,
Flow drops so
Bright and vivid,
His presence showers
A rain melody
Of time lost in happiness,
Like the taste
Of watermelon pink
Lingering on the tongue,
A fresh fantasy,
A crisp reality.  
With his spirit,
Lighthearted is his virtue.

ARDENT
Prancing rays of sun
Eager to touch and tickle,
His blue eye reflects
The peak of bliss as
Stubborn and unyeilding
As his effervescent soul:
Momentary Anti-Zen.
Always channeling,
Seeing things,
Hearing things,
Imagining things
With the flighty sweetness
Of his hooves
On the Earth.
With his nature,
Grit is his virtue.
Bubba is a super friendly and loving Half-Arabian Paint Gelding in his twenties who loves watermelon. He was previously a III level dressage horse. But because of his advancing age and the skill level of his rider rising, his owner decided he needed a change of pace and he came to Colorado Therapeutic Riding Center. He is very responsive and loves to show off what he can do if you let him. He is also very guarded and cautious. He often needs more personal space and can become claustrophobic and panicky very easily. However, when given plenty of patience, a chance for cooperation, and persistence, his his willingness to please and his playful personality shines. Then you can't help but fall in LOVE with him!
I wish he were my horse personally, but he is still the horse who stole my heart!
Amanda Good May 2020
A place of serenity both
Innovative and harmonious.
A spirit of togetherness
Born of both
Human and equine.
An honest bond where
Mortal meets nature:
An alluring luxury of
Mystic fantasy with
A sense of wisdom.

A place where
Independence is a
Patient, peaceful, joyful
Emotion in kaleidoscopic
Shades of:
Sorrel, Chestnut,
Bay, Grey, Black,
Roan, Palomino, and Dun.

A place of healing,
Natural and innate
That whispers to you  
In wordless breaths of
Empathy and telepathy
That seems and then...
Just is:
A sweet smelling silence
Of unspoken conversations
And being free
To "just be."

A place of growth,
Development and progress,
That sings to you with
"Walk On!" and "Whoa!"
On a trotting breeze
That pushes forward and
Gets stronger with
Each step kissing dirt
To the slow waltz of
One-two, one-two and
Bu-bump, bu-bump:
Beats as one.

A place of success,
Joy and vitality
That captivates your soul,
As if waking
From a dream of eternity
Into a vibrant light
Where heart is
Poured in
And courage is
Pulled out in a
Vulnerable and beautiful
Exchange
Between horse and rider
With heel's embrace.

A place of self-work,
Confident and generous,
Free to love
Without conditions
And judgments
Where teardrops are jewels,
Precious and fine,
Of victories won
Over disabilities both
Visible and concealed.

A place of rest,
Hopeful and fresh,
That invites you in
With enchanted hooves
And silken manes,
A spark of warmth,
Tenderness and friendship,
Power and beauty,
Strength and grace.
Where life itself is
Held by the reins.

A place called
Colorado Therapeutic Riding Center
Where the way of
Horses healing is a
Wonder to behold.
An elegance of
Sixth sense and intuition,
Heavenly and soothing
Mind, body, and soul.
The Colorado Therapeutic Riding Center (CTRC) is a PATH (Professional Association of Therapeutic Horsemanship) Intl. Premier Accredited Center nestled in the Rocky Mountains in Southeast Longmont, Colorado. Celebrating 40 years, CTRC has been devoted since 1980 to serving the community with a vibrant array of special needs and disabilities through promoting physical, psychological, social, and spiritual well-being through a wide variety of equine assisted activities.

In Spring 2016 I was in the middle of my third eating disorder relapse. I was somewhere wanting for it to end and wanting its intensification. Somewhere between having too much and too little emotion. For my birthday my husband surprised me with therapeutic riding lessons at CTRC. I had lived 8 minutes from CTRC growing up and to this day I can't believe it took me so long to step on the grounds. The moment I touched "Lady," a 20 something Sorrel Quarter Horse with a blaze and snip, was like the first taste of fruit after a long and barren winter. The burst of flavor was so sweet. A moment of peace that was immeasurable washed over me. I could almost feel the reverberations of her heartbeat against my hands syncing up with my own.I never knew all the things a horse could do before then. I used to think horses work: walk, trot, canter, ridden for pleasure, driven for work. I never knew they could do so much more. With the wind on my face, I felt control of my surroundings for the first time in ages. Lady took my low self-esteem and pulled me up by my boot straps and gave me a confidence I had never felt before, allowing me to feel successful and accomplished, free from all of that which traps me and holds me down. I never knew that horses could
do so much more than show, jump, and plow. Horses can be a confidant, a best friend, legs to move, muscles for strength, and a body to hold. Because of CTRC I was able to overcome all types of emotional obstacles that had been in my way for years: fear, sorrow, disbelief, self-pity, frustration, and hurt. Horses have given me strength to take up for myself the power to conquer my anxieties and allow me to feel happy and sure myself. Horses and riding allowed me to feel ALIVE and MYSELF for what seemed like the first time in my life. Horses love unconditionally. They don't judge or cause inferiority. Horses care about YOU, who you are. Finding that horses helped me was a wonderful blessing. Finding that I needed horses was a miraculous discovery for me.

After that I started volunteering, continued riding, and never looked back. CTRC is very near and dear to my heart. Through this pandemic I have been unable to volunteer or ride. But I wanted to honor the place that changed my life for the better by writing a poem about the magic of horses and therapeutic riding centers.
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