“The heartstrings”
The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes. He knew she was playing… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
The wild roses
Wild roses I knew her, her beauty had tempted me for many months. She would dance with me when the songs were good. She was a long legged woman who had wild blue… Continue reading
My little sin
My Little sin Your flowing black hair flowing in the gentle breezes making me wish to have you home nude and free. You are my little sin in a life filled with work… Continue reading
“Petite mort”
Petite mort A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Petite mort She was a portrait of beauty. Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked… Continue reading
For sweet Kaitlyn Rose
For sweet Kaitlyn Rose A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death is hard. Harder when we lose the young children. Sweet Kaitlyn Piensa Think Ojos claros, serenos. Bright and serene eyes. Si antes supiera. If… Continue reading
Silenzio
Originally posted on Tavolozza di vita:
Silenzio Resti in silenzio non fai rumore Nascosto vuoi solo osservare Ai margini di questo mondo giochi con le ombre L’attesa è vana ed infuochi dardi contro…
“Old dogs, children and watermelon wine”
Old dogs, children and watermelon wine Sitting alone by the California fault line in 1998. Almost forty and I felt old as the mountains I could see. My tire mind wondered what… Continue reading
The beautiful journey
The beautiful journey You have became my journey. I trace your skin from tender feet to perfect face. Trying to discover new places to caress and to know. You showed me the… Continue reading
Madness of Poetry
Originally posted on Midwest Fantasy Writes:
I dance In madness of poetry Moon laughing At daylight While darkness Steals my soul to play Together We create imagination Mystical phrases and lines Some lucky…
The lilac wine
Lilac wine —————————————————————————————– She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint… Continue reading