The fingerprints…
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
The poet and the artist… A poet and a artist sitting by Santa Cruz boardwalk drinking coffee and chasing conversation. The morning was perfect, the sea was calm and the coffee was strong.… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. The agent orange killed so many after the war ended. … Continue reading
At peace, at last… (Sometime war killed the soldier slowly.) The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute.Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye.Old Sergeant Major finally drank himself to death.35years… Continue reading
Two good men… A Poem by Coyote Poetry A story of two Soldiers Two different stories. Both are sad and needed to be written. Pray for the soldiers today.Remember men and woman are fighting… Continue reading
Please read the amazing poetry and pass on. Each poem, a gem. Leaving the reading something to ponder.
Originally posted on La poesia porta lontano ❤️
Poetry goes far away 🇮🇹:
Discretoannoiatolibero come i gabbiani. Io che vivo nell’oggiproteso al domani. Talvolta greve e scontrosotalvolta di notte non riposoe penso al passatoai rimpianti…