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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Born beneath the snow-capped peaks of the Colorado Rockies, Kurt James grew up surrounded by stories of ghost towns, outlaws, and frontier legends. Years in South Dakota and deep family roots in western Kansas gave him a lasting love for open skies and the rugged soul of the American West. A poet and novelist, Kurt writes Western fiction and historical adventure with grit, realism, and heart. His work has been featured by the Denver Post, PM Magazine, and 9NEWS, and praised for capturing the spirit of the Old West in vivid, cinematic detail. Author of more than twenty books, Kurt’s acclaimed Rocky Mountain Series brings the frontier to life through powerful storytelling and unforgettable landscapes. His upcoming novels—Reifschneider Stagecoach Detective and Winter of the Wolf Moon—continue that legacy. Kurt James is a proud member of the Western Writers of America.

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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