Flesh and bones.
Flesh and bones
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Life is to be lived. Need to celebrate being alive.
Flesh and bones
(Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.)
I fell from the top of the mountain.
I stood with so many victories.
I realized too late.
They don’t mean too much.
Beautiful young woman sitting between my legs.
She looked up.
Told me, “It don’t matter anyway.
We are only flesh and bones.”
I sat by the ocean.
Watching the her power and beauty.
The ocean is heartless.
So dangerous and tempting.
Woman with sad eyes sat with me.
She wished she was a better person.
I told her.
We are but flesh and bones.
In time we will fade away to distance memories.
I gave everything away.
I roamed with the poets and the musicians.
We sat late into the night together on lonely Monterey beaches.
Drinking and talking of things that was and were to be.
The singer sang a love song.
When he is done.
He told me.
” Love doesn’t really mean too much.
We are but flesh and bones.”
Just here awhile to try to celebrate being alive.
We danced and ran the lonely beaches.
We said a prayer to our God.
For one more day to be alive and free.
For we are but flesh and bones.
Coyote
, Sept 2008
© 2012 Coyote Poetry
Thank you for visiting my blog – I think this poem is fabulous. There are so many layers to it, just like life. Thank you so much….it has given me so much to ponder. Susan x
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I agree! Make each second count!
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You are right. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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thank you for your uplifting poetry, John.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. We need to enjoy life and move away from sadness.
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yes, we need to do that. hugs!
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