Broken bones and unkempt promises.
Broken bones and unkempt promises
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Broken bones and unkempt promises
Fools’ dances in wishes and dreamers believe love is priceless and the only worthwhile goal of life.
Woman with pretty faces make a man dream of a lifetime love. The man will vault into love without fear.
Love can’t be contained or control.
When the heart is dead. It will not rise till the mourning in done.
Beautiful woman told the man. “No love is left. Better to walk away from me.
I will brake your heart and leave your bones to rot.
Can’t raise the dead. Heart was broken by unkempt promises and secret pain that had create a mountain
of safety.”
Young man told the girl. “There is a thin line between saints and losers. Few saints on this earth. We must do our best. Can’t die and swim in empty words and promises. Better to allow rage to kill the inflicted wounds and live again.”
The pretty woman smiled. She remembered when the love was good. The spiritual dances into passion and when she was fearless and dived into love without a parachute. Now she don’t believe there is gold at the end of the rainbow. She lacked confident in real love and that people are honest and true.
The woman kissed the young man forehead and whispered. “All I got is flesh to give. The love is gone. If you desire to stay. I don’t want to be held. Do what you desire and turn away.”
Sometime even a lover and dreamer understand the mandate of a honest woman. She told the truth. In time
love can turn bittersweet.
Broken bones, unkempt promises and mountains cannot be moved. Can’t arouse something that want to play dead.
I tried to raise the dead in heart a few times. I learn I came at the wrong time. Love need perfect timing and two people in the same place wanting the same things..
Rarely happen in a life. I like the old quote.
“I’m here.
You are gone.
Should I stay or go?”
Heaven, Earth or hell can’t change a broken spirit till the heart and mind is willing.
Coyote
Your last line is very poignant 💕
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Thank you dear poet. When we make a promise. And we do not keep. It becomes a door never closed.
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Your consciousness spans like the ocean, reading like I’m floating on your wave. Very enjoyed coming to visit. I will come again.
🙂 Tara
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Thank you Tara. I hope to keep writing and reading. Good to know what is going on in our world.
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only who those can feel the pain can actually express it and make it ..you have so much depth in you…my heart goes out reading your posts here
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We will try to save people who don’t want to be saved. Love make us dance on nails and hot fire. Thank you for the comment. I love your photos. I especially like the old cities.
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It’s hard to live with regrets..nice post John ..
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Hard to brake wall downs of disappointment. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Nice. Reminds me 1980 and walking away from love. Still regret it.
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Regret never leave us. Thank you for the comment.
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wonderful- especially the line about broken bones and unkempt promises- breautiful
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