Wildfire

Wildfire

Wildfire
Wildfire

 

Wildfire
Like a wildfire I let my emotions run out of control,
Oh, the feelings deeply burn all the way down to my soul.
As the brushfire burns all the surrounding horizons around me,
All consumed, all is left is scattered and charred emotional debris.
So many roads, yet my emotions are always on my sleeve,
Does it always have to be this way for the poet in me to grieve?
Have I lost my way or did I never know which way to go?
Would seem I have been defeated by the most dangerous foe.
My words from deep within have no meaning,
If they did, the all consuming fire is always intervening.
As the years roll past, not sure why I punish myself so,
Why I let the wildfire consume me, I will never know.
With friends all around me, I still find myself all alone,
Sentiments and feelings feed the wildfire, I am on my own.
Broke all my personal rules that helped me stay ever so safe,
Out of control passions, now my heart is feeling the fiery chafe.
Like a wildfire I let my sensations run out of control,
Oh, the feelings deeply branded all the way down to my soul.
Lost my way when a passionate high led me astray,
Lightning lite the fire and the wind gave the emotional fire headway.
Can’t hardly breathe—scorched feelings and smoke fill the sky,
Need to pull into my shelter and let the wildfire pass on by.
Can’t help but wonder if this time I will somehow survive?
Or if no longer caring is what I will obtain and derive.
In the wildfire – guess once again I have lost my way,
My words are lost in the fiery wind, I have no more to say.
Kurt James

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The rugged beauty of the Colorado Rockies foothills shaped Kurt James’ life from birth, with the ever-present sight of snow-capped peaks and the constant whisper of the wind. Having spent twenty years amidst the wide-open spaces of South Dakota, Kurt’s connection to his family’s western Kansas heritage remains strong; he recalls the tallgrass prairie and the endless blue skies. Over time, Mr. James developed a deep appreciation for the landscapes and history of the American West, spending countless hours exploring its rugged beauty and studying its unique culture. The Denver Post, PM Magazine, and 9NEWS, all well-known Denver, Colorado media sources, have highlighted the powerful and evocative work of poet and novelist Kurt James. Focusing on Old West history, Kurt contributes feature articles to HubPages and Creative Exiles, exploring the eerie silence of ghost towns, the thrilling tales of outlaws and gunfighters, and the evocative imagery found in the Rocky Mountains. Kurt’s early admiration for writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour, and Max Brand played a significant role in honing his skills as a storyteller. Twenty-one books (and counting!) transport readers to the Colorado Rockies and the Old West through Kurt’s vivid descriptions; the feel of rough-hewn cabins, the sounds of coyotes howling under starry skies, and the smells of campfire smoke and sagebrush are all palpable. Find Kurt James novels, short stories, reference books, and poetry—published by Midnight Wind Publishing—in print copies or digital downloads at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, and other excellent bookstores; explore the diverse range of formats available. Currently in production - The 10th book in his Rocky Mountain Series - Lee Moomaw Former Lawman. Kurt is a proud member of the Western Writers of America, a group that values storytelling.

8 thoughts on “Wildfire

  • November 6, 2019 at 4:42 PM
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    A very well-written and emotive poem, Kurt. I can so relate to your phrases for I fell deeply in love for the last time and see only the memories of hope and love ahead. Blessings to you. Take care.

      • November 7, 2019 at 11:10 PM
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        Well, maybe I said it wrong, Kurt. I did fall in love for the last time, but it did not catch hold and I did not see my dreams and hopes come through. So, now I just have memories and that is why I relate to your poem.

        • November 10, 2019 at 5:26 PM
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          Glad you could relate Phyllis – I am sorry the love that you speak did not turn out to be the one. Just like the old adage It is my belief, “That it is better to love and to have lost, than to never have loved at all.”

    • November 7, 2019 at 2:57 PM
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      Thanks for commenting here Rasma – Unfortunate that a lot of shiny moments in ones life crash and burn… I think it is what keeps us human.

  • November 10, 2019 at 7:54 AM
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    Kurt you explain the emotional rollercoaster ride of being human so well. Sometimes my emotions are negative and wild luckily these stay relatively shallow but I find the positive emotions that help build the changes I need in my life find a deeper path. Thank you for your poetry my friend. Jamie

    • November 10, 2019 at 5:27 PM
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      I try to write of the human condition Jamie – fortunately or unfortunately I feel deeply. Thanks for stopping by my friend.

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