Can’t be save
Can’t be saved.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
just words.
I stood by the Lake Huron lake and I told her. I’m the last man standing.
My children and grandchildren need me. My children need a strong father and the little one’s need
a joyous grandfather. Beautiful daughters need a father going forward, not backward.
I told the Clinton river. I’m so damn tire. I put my hands into the flowing water. Allow the chill and the coldness to awake my mind.
I quit moving lately. Questioning life and death? I told the wind and the trees. Suicide is easy. Being alive is hard. My brothers got scared at twenty years old. Kicked away a chair and left this world. Death is a dead-end. There is no-more debt or regret.
I’m standing in the Upper Michigan forest. I caressed the ancient trees. My favorite tree is the witches tree. I like how she reaches out in so many directions. People fear them. I like them because they reach to God and to the earth. They spread their branches like a welcoming embrace that can hold you forever. I wish to be a witches tree. Be able to reach out to so many things, not to be grounded, to reach for the sky only.
I haven’t felt good in a long time. Been locked-in to a dead-end job and the walls are caving in. The Coyote spirit is fading.
I wonder can the Coyote sing and dance again? Can the Coyote be the joker and find the place of laughter?
Maybe the Coyote is no-more.
I asked the river, lake and the ancient trees. Am I a worthwhile part of life?
The kind wind whispered to me. You are not so important. You must leave good earth behind one day. You must be the gardener of the future now. You must water with knowledge your children and grandchildren. Give them strength and wisdom.
The joker must come alive. Laugh, sing and dance till the end. Trick the people who enslaved you. Write and speak of peace and love. Leave something worthwhile behind. Death will come soon enough. Better to be surrounded by children, laughter and hold the old dreams tightly.
Suicide is easy and life is harder.
John Castellenas/Coyote
A single tear falls down my cheek and my eyelashes are soaked with salted water for the poet who lives on the other side of the states and writes out loneliness as sorrowfully as the grief of living and loss is also felt in my heart
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We must change with life. Old goals become new goals and we must accept our place. It is okay. Grandchildren keep the hope alive. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Your grandson that you were holding in one of the pictures is a beautiful child. He looks so healthy and perfect
I am glad for him and the others that you hold them in high value.
I had an uncle that valued me as a special and important part of his world. I try to remember that. I did not have very many relatives that thought of me that way.
He died when I was in my early 20’s and it was a terrible loss to me but I still remember that he believed in me.
You will make a difference in their sense of self worth.
Blessings,
Annie<3
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I agree. Kids will remember the kind and loving people. I believe I’m a better Grandpa than father. I have learn patience and negative words and thoughts do not help.
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i love that tree picture!! I have a real thing for trees and that one is a beauty!! I can feel them and hear them, it is amazing!!
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Witches trees are very cool. They seem wild and free. I love the forest also.
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Wow, wonderful poem!! and I agree, life is much, much harder but I’m sure the coyote is not gone and never will be, bring him out, you can… much peace and love to you. Michelle
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Coyote is stll alive. I have three grandsons, future coyotes.
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