The sea is near.
The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth “Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’ver, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep… Continue reading
The sea is near “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness”- Wordsworth “Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’ver, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep… Continue reading
We lie, we died and we still wanted you…. We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, my soldier,… Continue reading
Paris, London, Basel or Barcelona. We were wanderlust, whiskey kisses and sleeping till noon. We loved clotheless mornings and afternoon meals. We loved loud music, and we loved the sea. I would tell… Continue reading
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry “I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life.” Ojibwa Grandmother… Continue reading
(Thank you Maria Kreyn for photo from Tumblr) The embrace. You allowed me to fall softly into your arms. I smell the softness of perfume of the spring flowers. We do not speak… Continue reading
(No place is safe. But cannot know fear. We must show the world. Freedom lived and good people will not falter. Pray for the people and the family of the city of Paris.… Continue reading
Coffee, you and the sun. The kind sun rest upon your tender skin. The warm coffee and deep thoughts leave me wishing. To know what you hide beneath those perfect eyes. Coffee, you… Continue reading
Empty cups.. In another lifetime. We danced, we drank and we loved. Once filled cup became half-empty and we accepted less. Once we entwined our dreams and lives. Now strangers, we became.Today we… Continue reading
I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love. I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love.I wonder if love was ever real for me.I asked the rising moon, my dearest love, I remember… Continue reading
I couldn’t find you A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need people to excite our imagination first. The flesh can forget. The mind yearn for more. I couldn’t find you. Where are you… Continue reading