Big Sur
(Big Sur and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.) Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989,… Continue reading
(Big Sur and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.) Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989,… Continue reading
Captive love My lady of May became my Summer lover, my kind and sweet woman had seized my heart and she awoke my slumbering heart. I whispered to her, lullabies of… Continue reading
The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She whispered… Continue reading
Angie I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel. You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… Continue reading
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany… Continue reading
(The sea is near A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words) The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth… Continue reading
Isabella, Isabella, dear Isabella I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The… Continue reading
Listen, remember and learn ——————————————– Listen I love the misty mornings. I love the chill of Lake St. Clair lake when I sit alone near her. I listen to the lake and I… Continue reading
Bare and true She was a noble beauty and she hushed me into silence with her grace. In the stillness of the warm Summer night, we were left in a standstill… Continue reading
(Fasting in love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love that is distance and far away. Is it myth or just sweet dreams.) Fasting in love I made promises of Paris. I… Continue reading