Wild horses

Some words.

                             Wild horses

Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence of Monterey.

I remember you would kick-off your shoes and run into the Monterey bay. I would follow you and we would fall into the coldness of the sea. We were like the wild horses, you painted on the canvas. Unafraid of the outcome of our foolishness.

I remember we tempted death often, free-climbing the California fault line and the Big Sur mountains. You told me often, no adventure, no reason to be alive. I loved the big storms of the California Winter. We wore body-suits and we went deep into the storm. I stay connected to you with a safety rope and I saw in your eyes. No fear, just joy. We were free, just trying to be wild horses in the great storm of life.

Today my life is tame and I remember the sea. I remember a auburn hair beauty who taught me. Please stay free of walls and the rules. Today, I teach my grandchildren to dance with the sea. To climb the nearest mountain and laugh at the hard days.

Better to be a wild horse, knowing the freedom of the long highway and the rising sun.

                         Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[C. M. Miller]

Yup, I am no stranger to the alure of the SoCal coastline, body surfing in the '70s & '80s from around Blacks Beach in San Diego up to Santa Barbara beaches. Such an easy-paced memory you have posted, free of excessive adjectives; using the horse metaphor was quite evocative, literally had my mind galloping along with you. A solid write, you held nothing back.

Hwy 1 is a magical stretch with so many stops along the route. Here is just one I love as it is so close to my home town of Camarillo. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpmhKKCelJQ

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I will check-out the video.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I've seen the wild horses galloping. They make you feel like coming home to a missing freedom in your spirit. Just like the scriptures say, "Wherever a man's treasure is, there his heart will be also." I must say that I once treasured my freedom more than anything. But today, I treasure my family most of all and spending time with them.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. We need to show our children the sweetness of freedom. Thank you Fabian for reading and the comment.

[light and ashes]

Wow, I'm blown away from this beautiful read. How I long to live like this....living with wild abandonment. Feeling the sun shine on my face and my smile. I've always liked the scenes with lots of land and horses the best.

[Coyote Poetry]

Years ago, I gave away everything and I learn. I had enough with the sea near. Thank you my dear friend for reading and the comment.

[light and ashes]

You're welcome :)

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

"The longing for the freedom, it is passed by me a long time ago. It lives now days only in my most silent thoughts and most secret wishes. I am my own mind's prisoner. I am the keeper of the keys. I wait for the day, that very day when I'll open the doors of my prison, doors of regret and I will be free."

Great job! Awesome piece of poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Sarah, we have the keys to release our mind and body. Old man John still chases the waves at the Michigan lakes. Thank you dear Sarah for reading and the comment.

[Kelly Scheppers]

We are all wild horses, aren't we? .... running against the wind before love corrals us.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Kelly. Us, who are wise. Must try to be wild horses till we can't no-more.

[Relic]

This is a great write, Coyote. We can learn from others and the outcomes that transpired and apply them to situations of today.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Lydia Shutter]

Love must be wild and free....and accepting. If it is reined in, it is worth nothing. Great write, John. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lydia. I appreciate the kind words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we can hold on to love better, if we don't try to tame it...just let it run wild and free.
and if the love is that strong..."wild horses couldn't drag me away"---
Love the idea of the Wordman...reminds me of Eddie and Cruisers...and how Eddie needed the Wordman and vice-versa.
have to have words to go with the music.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment. Eddie and the Cruiser. One of my favorite movies.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

definitely had a cult following...i also liked the second one...did you see it?

[NotUsinganymore]

Very nice poem about freedom. I don't think I've seen a horse yet, I live in the city.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to find free horses. You must go out west to see. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Better to be a wild horse, knowing the freedom of the long highway and the rising sun indeed! Another lovely tale of free minded people with vivid descriptions and a dollop or two of romantic notion.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you John for reading and the comment. I am a old mule now.