Throwback Thursday Poetry – My Wild

james dean

There has always been something

about the rebellious streak

that I’ve been drawn to

The James Dean types-

popped collars

and carefree spirits

I suppose that is why

I am drawn to rivers-

that run wild

and free

and refuse to stop flowing

Why I love getting lost in the woods-

away from society

away from the noise

and pollution-

of mouths

and factories

I feel a connection-

to the stars

and souls I have never met

A longing-

to bathe in the moonlight

and run like the wolves

on top of mountains

I find pieces of myself

in the birds that fly above the trees

in the wildflowers

and in the wind

I am that river-

running wild

and free

and refusing to settle

I am the wolf

howling at the moon

and making the forest my home

I am as wild as the flowers

that grow in the moss

beneath the trees

And if you close your eyes

you can feel me in the wind.

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16 Responses to Throwback Thursday Poetry – My Wild

  1. The V Pub says:

    You’ve captured the essence and connection of freedom and rebellion perfectly, Kristian.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. The Eclectic Contrarian says:

    You’re definitely a bad girl lol!!!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Jessica says:

    Loving this poem… looking at James Dean photos always gives me a bittersweet taste in my mouth. 😢

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Laura Beth says:

    You had me at that photo!

    Liked by 1 person

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