Just words.
March 15, 2021 8:37 pm
A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words.
Hemingway last dance….
I returned Monterey in late May of 2018. I fell in love with her in 1992. Old Army send me to Fort Ord, California after the Gulf war. The Pacific stole my heart for the second time.
I found the last bar on the pier in Monterey. I found my Hemingway chair and I ordered a whiskey and a beer for Ernest. I wished I had talked with the great man and the writer. I wondered what was his last words, his first words.
I could hear Hemingway speak. We must live, we must die. He, who wasted life, he will taste great sadness when death come knocking at his door.
Hemingway bled red blood like me, he learned war, women, drinking and how to die. How did he reach his final place? Playing Russian roulette alone, knowing he would lose.
Wrong or right. What did Ernest tell us? Did he remember Agnes? Did he remember the wars? Did he just give-up?
I have followed his steps and I wonder. Is playing Russian roulette alone, final destination for men who wanted everything and nothing.
Johnnie
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By thereluctantpoet on March 16, 2021 at 1:45 pm
Thank you my friend.
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By johncoyote on March 16, 2021 at 6:04 pm
Intro’d it thusly:
“More Brilliance flowing from the pen of my Friend,
JohnCoyote:”
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By LAMarcom on March 15, 2021 at 8:58 pm
Thank you my kind friend.
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By johncoyote on March 16, 2021 at 10:47 am
Took the small liberty of sharing this on FB…..
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By LAMarcom on March 15, 2021 at 8:57 pm
Back in ‘The Buggy Daze,’ I put a .45, loaded and locked into the roof of my mouth (I was 14 years and change)
Obviously I did not ‘seal the Deal’
Thank God!
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By LAMarcom on March 15, 2021 at 8:50 pm
Once, a long time ago. I had the 30-30 loaded. Saved by kind people my friend. Hello from cold and icy Michigan.
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By johncoyote on March 16, 2021 at 10:46 am
Uh… John… we are kindred.
Wonderful post!
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By LAMarcom on March 15, 2021 at 8:47 pm
Thank you my friend. One day I will visit Hemingway Cuba home.
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By johncoyote on March 16, 2021 at 10:45 am