Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EST February 7th 2025

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For this session we read a poem “The Snow Mare” by N. Scott Momaday, posted below.

Our prompt was: “Write about a burden of being.”

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The Snow Mare by N. Scott Momaday

In my dream, a blue mare loping,
Pewter on a porcelain field, away.
There are bursts of soft commotion
Where her hooves drive in the drifts,
And as dusk ebbs on the plane of night,
She shears the web of winter,
And on the far, blind side
She is no more. I behold nothing,
Wherein the mare dissolves in memory,
Beyond the burden of being.

Credit: N. Scott Momaday
Source: Poets.org

3 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EST February 7th 2025”

  1. michele348's avatar michele348

    About a burden of being~~~

    So why am I here?
    Do my words, my thoughts
    mean anything to anyone
    besides myself?

    Are they heard or felt
    or are they muted and covered over by layers
    of fresh fallen snow
    or by the filters the world puts in place?

    Here, in this world with jagged edges,
    walls and barriers surround the mind…
    thoughts are held prisoner,
    cowering in shadows for fear
    of being trampled upon.

    I long for open spaces,
    where the mind is free to explore,
    just like a wild stallion running across
    the open plains,
    its long tail flying in the air
    and its hooves pounding on the earth.

    Free to experience,
    free to be,
    free to live and be affected
    by the joys and triumphs that life offers,
    and yes, free to endure the hardships
    that will inevitably come.

    Maybe in this world… if not, then maybe in the next?

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  2. al3793's avatar al3793

    The burden of being
    alone
    without you
    is like the Winter Road
    that neither begins nor ends
    and is laden with memories
    of loving times
    deep within my heart.
    Images of you flood my mind
    and are embedded forever.
    Life can disappear like a winter ferret
    fades into a mirage of drifting snow
    and while unseen is not lost

    afl 02_07_2025

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    • michele348's avatar michele348

      The speaker’s voice seems to lament the loss of someone he values. A lifetime is so fleeting. Before you know it, it somehow disappeared.

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