Wild Horses

~ a heartprint ~

 

 

 

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

 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

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.

[MsJewel]

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

[Einstein Noodle]

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

[Trace]

A perfect tribute to the man that stole your heart,
and tragically left you so suddenly with it broken.
Yet you find solace in knowing that a love like that ,
so simple and perfect,
created memories somewhat bittersweet, But still inspiring.

I know this time of year is rough.
Huggs, Trace

[MsJewel]

Thank you Trace. You are a good friend. This time of year is tough, but I'll get through it - and Mexico awaits!!! :) Julie

[sereenaoutloud]

Beautiful memories you painted such a lovely picture of a past love..flashbacks of that sweet romance!!

[MsJewel]

Thank you sweet lady :) Julie

[Kelly Scheppers]

How interesting, we both wrote a poem by the same title! It's my favorite by Mick and the boys.

This reads with the nuance of a novel, Julie!

[MsJewel]

It's one of my favorites as well. I'll have to go check out your poem! Thanks for the lovely comment Kelly :) Julie

[Samaira]

You have used the perfect words in this. The best part about this poem is acceptance - She knows it couldn't be him, and yet she finds peace in the memories without any anger, resentment or hatred.

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your kind words :) Julie

[R Smith]

that's a lovely poem Julie, I love the pictures it creates in my head and find my self back in the 60s driving music in my head and i know this work does not sit in that time but its what i feel, you talk about him like an idol of the music scene and your desire for him is creating a work of sheer beauty and in my head a land of time when i felt the freedom of music and life felt good, thank you :)

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your kind words Richard. We never forget our first love :) Julie

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful artwork and very good words.
"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"
Wild horses and free road. Dreams for the wanderers locked into a life. Thank you dear Poet for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[MsJewel]

Thank you for you always encouraging comments :) Julie

[Coyote Poetry]

My pleasure and you are welcome Julie.

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

I really think you're the most genius writer I had read so far. It was very wonderful experience to read this...

[MsJewel]

You are very kind. Thank you. :) Julie

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Welcome Always...

[B]

Is this the perfect man or what ....... such a mystery write

love it

[MsJewel]

I thought he was the perfect one at the time - but things change - and now, he is the perfect memory. :) Julie

[ANTO]

wow , what an impact this wandering stranger had on this girl (and maybe all girls - and some guys too). An iconic figure - I could see him playing leading man in many classic movies where the main part called for rugged, sexy, sultry and deep and a lover of the Stones.
The onomatopoeia is very well constructed (and employed) from deconstructed sounds of Harleys - I wonder how long that took to get 'just right'? A sign of true poetic dedication to the art.

What a vignette
Excellent Julie.
:)

[MsJewel]

I'm thrilled you enjoyed it Anto. In my memories he will always be that wild horse.
:) Julie

[Saddam]

And I’m the girl
whose heart still beats a little faster
when she hears
rapapapapa

Imaging great and drawing great in mind.
Great read dear.

[MsJewel]

Thanks so much :) Julie