Wild Horses

Wild Horses

A Poem by MsJewel
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~ a heartprint ~

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He is the unpredictable tide sweeping an ocean of memories

long elegant fingers strumming his guitar

coasting gracefully

rising

            suddenly….

  crashing to shore with the angst

                 of Mick and Keith

to the melodic hunger of Wild Horses

 

I see him in Patrick’s Pub

the quiet one

                                                                  on the last barstool

with the messy blonde hair

nursing a glass of Guinness

as he writes on white paper napkins

tapping his pen on the bar absentmindedly

 

He is the man on the black and silver motorcycle,

the low, deep rapapapapa of his Harley

gliding through the  curves of Pacific Coast Highway

                                                                                untamed and free

bare knees peeking through the holes of his faded Levis

 

  And I’m the girl

whose heart still beats a little faster

when she hears

rapapapapa

knowing it couldn’t be him...

and yet, finding solace

in the love poems

scribbled on a few frayed white paper napkins,

                                                                            ….and an old cassette of Wild Horses

 

© 2015 MsJewel


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beautiful reminiscing of that wild, very special love .. it is my poem Jewel! ;) I have built, owned and riden HD since 1967 .. presently my ride is the '03 Centennial Edition Heritage Springer ... silver and black ;))) i will keep this one to the end ... the Coastal Hwy ride is one of the best ..tho now in the Ozark Mnts I find many that are equal ;) if this is "confessional" i am happy for your memory ..grateful you have shared ... one thing tho... i don't think the tides are all that unpredictable .... not many HD men are also poets ... he must have had some pretty strong feelings for your protagonist :))) very much enjoyed the ride that "Wild Horses" took me on ..perfect shout out to Mick as well .. you have set me in a wild and dreamy mood
E.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

MsJewel

7 Years Ago

Thank you for your lovely comment. I appreciate you and your friendship :) Julie
Einstein Noodle

7 Years Ago

same here Ms. Jewel...same here! i try not to miss any of your poetry ... you have a good handle on .. read more



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Definitely you have captured the true beauty of what beautiful poetry is post to be, they are always very beautiful in content and presentation in ways you only know how to Julie. That is why we all are a fan of your beautiful poetry. :) Larry

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

MsJewel

8 Years Ago

Thank you Larry :) Julie
onceloved

8 Years Ago

You are welcome MsJewel long time fan of all written.
I have known a man like this, he stills owns a piece of my heart.
I love this so much. I can see every detail. I just love it! Wow!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

MsJewel

8 Years Ago

Thanks so much lovely lady :) Julie
Beautiful memories from which to draw eloquent inspiration.
Another fine creation, MsJewel of infinite facets.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

MsJewel

8 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words :) Julie
Misery

8 Years Ago

Always welcome.

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MsJewel
MsJewel

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