dried flowers
Where are you my love? Chasing shadows along storm swept streets? Turbulence has exfoliated the rosy blush from my cheeks. If I speak my words may bleed down our silent walls. If you…
Daily Archive: August 4, 2021
La noche era oscura
Originally posted on UNIVERSO ESPEJO Poemas y algo más:
Era una noche oscura, sin huella de una Luna, ninguna luminaria asomaba en el cielo. Mis ojos eran negros, confusos, silenciosos, amargos y…
Father’s eyes…
Father’s eyes A Poem by Coyote PoetryIt is hard not to follow your Father’s footsteps. But we must sometimes. Father’s eyes and anger… 7 April 2009 (Part one. Wiser and smarter man. … Continue reading
Love and hate…
Love and hate A Poem by Coyote PoetryI wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be kind. … Continue reading