Some California poetry. I remember you
I remember you.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.
The summer days were long.
The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.
Beckon us to the sea.
The heat of hot days.
Thaw our cold hearts.
The beauty of Monterey coastline.
Purify the sadness and losses of living.
I remember you.
Waiting for me on the sand.
You called me the laughing Poet.
A fugitive and faithful friend.
You were my sanctuary and imperfect Angel.
Your blue eyes would watch the waves dance on the shore for hours.
Allowing the Pacific Ocean to erode layers of disappointment away.
I would bring wine and bread.
You would bring the tequila.
You sipped it slowly out of the bottle.
We never wallows in old dreams.
We recanted new great dreams.
We tried to tame the memory of the merciless rules of life.
You rested your body against me.
We were lover’s once.
Friendship took us to the next level.
Now I needed you to listen to my dreams.
Your eyes make me feel strong and wise.
You told me.
“I am safe and unafraid with you.
When I look into your green eyes.
I know I will be alright.
You are my only friend.
You don’t look at my wounds and mistakes.
You love me for who I’m.”
I kissed your lips.
Brought you closer.
Our hands held tightly giving energy and hope for when two people find
the safety of love and friendship..
We wandered to Big Surf.
Sat by the River Inn small river.
The only noises were Alisa Fineman in the distance.
Singing words of hope and love and
the movement of the wind and river..
I told you.
“We can’t let the world to beat us down.
Take away our hopes and dreams.
Cannot allow people with greed to steal our
goals and desires.”
Now sweet dreams are far away.
I can’t remember how beautiful you were.
I’m far from the Pacific ocean.
Dreams are so damn far away.
My impoverish soul screams out for
the dreamers of hope and peace.
The treachery of living.
Slowly took parts of me away.
Leaving a empty shell.
I must visualize.
Go back to Monterey.
Listen to Alisa Fineman’s voice.
Find Where dreams and hope were as powerful as the sea.
Allow the memory of a beautiful woman.
Who held dreams and hope of peace so strongly.
To make me come alive again.
Today for the sake of three beautiful daughters.
My Muse words are so important.
Life is be lived.
Leave the bad stuff behind.
We need hopeful people with dreams of peace.
For this world to be a better place.
Coyote
2 June 2009
Hopeful muses still believe in the dreams of old poets. You have not lost your gift of words and vision to entrance and inspire.
💕💕Annie💕
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Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I loved the California coastline.
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I lived in Monteray for a year when I was 35 to 36 years old. I wanted to stay but circumstances forced me to New Jersey.
I have missed Monteray since then. It is a different world out there.
And 35 feels so long ago.
I wish I could go back to about 20 years old and make different choices.
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I missed you by a year or two. I lived in Monterey in 1992-1994. A beautiful place. I couldn’t afford Monterey then and today. Being a soldier allowed me the beauty of the coastline.
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It was when I was married….trying reconciliation of the relationship ….He was in the Navy stationed at Fort Ord.
We lived on the base and he went to Presidio language school.
I loved Cannery Row.
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Me too. I was at Fort Ord. I closed down the post as a Supply Sgt. The last active unit.
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Just so I understand what you said…Did the base close down?
Did you have a house on the base?
I really liked the house I had there. It was way better than the one I lived in on Fort Meade MD.
I lived in Fort Meade for 3 or 4 years and then we were moved to Fort Ord CA. I grew up in Maryland, so I liked living there, close to my father.
I was scared to move far away. But once I was in Monteray and went out adventuring….Cannery Row, the Childrens museum called My Museum, the Aquarium and the ocean….and the Amazing rainbows…..and the Beeping Tunnel( do you remember that one little bridge that everyone used to beep when they went through? It was like a silly game.
It only took me a week before I was hooked on Monteray. No longer homesick for Baltimore.
The first winter I spent back on the East Coast was in Northern Jersey. I wanted to cry but I was afraid my tears would freeze.
Maybe one day I will move back. I did not know it was expensive to live there. But I believe you. When you are living on the base you don’t know how much civilian housing would be.
I enjoy your poems about Monteray. They take me to the ocean that I miss.
Talk to you soon. Thank you for sharing.
Annie🌺
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I was single and lived in the barrish. No bills and a lot of time to travel. Was hard on the young marry couples. Wasn’t enough pay.
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John, this is lovely and heartfelt!
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Thank you for reading and the comment. My three years on Monterey. Best days of my life.
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You’re most welcome, have a wonderful day!
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