SOS..
SOS..
1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He write his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us and we forget to scream a SOS. Did Hemingway tell anyone. I am done? What was Phil Ochs last thoughts?
2- Are whiskey written words, less true. When death-kiss tempts us and we seek peace in the whiskey. Are we falling? or have we accepted enough?
3- I loved a pretty girl once. A pale skin Scottish gal, who I promised everything. I didn’t know, words were just words. I didn’t know life was love, love was life. I told the Lake St. Clair. I am sorry dear Sheena. Foolish men learn too late. He had the mercy of love near and he forgot her. Allowed her to become a whisper in a old man heart.
4- Our skin remember and our hands miss the tenderness of soft touch. Beautiful days, pretty smiles and the sea. Memories tattoos on a weary heart. Now the old man sits alone, near the sea and he told the sea. We shall learn the weeping song and we will write the lullaby for another to understand. When love is near. Don’t allow her to escape you.
Coyote
– When a poet cries, he cried alone. He write his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us and we forget to scream a SOS. Did Hemingway tell anyone. I am done? What was Phil Ochs last thoughts?
I just cried in bed giving birth to 2 poems. Perfect timing. I think people accepted Hemingway as he was and if he would have sent out an SOS it would have been shrugged off as he has always been this way.
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Sometimes people send no SOS. Hello dear Nicole and I will read your work now.
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