The poet wisp…


The poet wisp…


The pretty Texas gal asked me. You are here every Friday and Saturday morning by the Austin River sitting alone. Reading your books and writing into your journal. You read yearly at the Austin Poetry reading and you won’t accept praise. I see great sadness in you eyes. You edit my poetry and you advised me on my college papers.  You help many and you never give a negative word to us. Just praise to motivate us. What do you need Johnnie? What do you want from this life?


He looked at her and he caressed her face. He told her. Dear Julie, folly teaches us. Love become a fathom, love becomes too heavy to carry. I have too many graveyards to visit already. Once I believed in love. Dead brothers and broken promises made me seek less. I know the ballet of the quiet poet. Beautiful Julie. I don’t need to be famous. I like to be the one, who assist the young writer see the magic of words. 


“Poets and writers don’t cry. They write to paper.”
“Don’t trifle with useless things, use your time wisely. You must find time to do one thing you enjoy daily.”
“Beneath the eyes of a woman. A million secrets. A man never knows a woman mind. Her thoughts, what she had done. It is a blessing to be allowed into a woman’s eyes.”
“Never love a mournful lady. Her slumbering heart won’t be awaken, till she wants to be awaken.”
“I never refused a kiss. When a kind gal offered me a kiss. I accept with gratitude.”


She laughed at his words and she asked for a kiss. He reached over and she kissed him gently and sweetly. She told him. You must be brave. You must love with gladness and you must have a playful heart. We must bathe in the kindness, the blessing of love when she is near. Being in the shade of love, these our are best days dear Johnnie.


He smiled and he told her. We need some coffee, a bookstore and a chess game dear Julie. I do need your voice. She smiled and she whispered. I am here for you.


Dancing Coyote

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