Please tell me a story…
Please tell me a story… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: March, 2021
Celestial beauty….
Celestial beauty A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. Celestial beauty… “He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion You are my folly and my blessings.You are my perfect night and my sweetest… Continue reading
Lover, lover, lover…
Lover, lover, lover… Burning desire… Locked doors took us to the utopia of the embrace and the sweet kiss. Protected by the whispers of Leonard Cohen songs in the background. Love was new… Continue reading
velvet leaves ~
Originally posted on tornadoday:
I’ve been warned there is a dreamer rests beneath my collar bone spends the night curled beneath me – a fiery furnace made of stone sometimes words can resurrect…
Sad brown eyes…
Sad brown eyes… A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love. A paradise of burning emotion. You can create a strange prison. I… Continue reading
Daisy and the fields
Originally posted on MY VALIANT SOUL:
my body is a quiet placeit’s about flowers stones a silent theatregreen threads of the blue skywet body of motifs and beautiful soft wildflowerstoday,the mind wanders for…
Many paths lead to healing: This is what mine looks and feels like
Hopeful and wonderful words shared by a wonderful woman. Emotional Musings There are many paths one can take to improved wellness and inner growth. I have based this entire blog on my own… Continue reading
Grandfather rose bushes
Grandfather’s rose bushes…. My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses. He told… Continue reading
Spring fever poetry- Never been to Spain
Never been to Spain… Oldest and saddest man on the block had spread out his world map. He touches the country Spain and he told the clouds. I never been to Spain. I… Continue reading
A new book started- The crying woman.
The crying woman A Book by Coyote PoetryMy dream writing. This tale came to me in my dreams. Not a kind story. We shall learn, no free money or free gifts. Everything demand payment.… Continue reading