The dance of the flowers.
The dance of the flowers. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My love, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is alive, and… Continue reading
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Big Sur.
Big Sur. A L.A gal is dancing alone with the Big Sur Sea, and the moon half-moon is lighting up the night for her. She wanted a refuge from the madness of the… Continue reading
Bad behavior. And a gorgeous Amanda Shires song.
Bad behavior.. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading
One more dance please dear Jenny. And an amazing Kovacz song.
Dear Jenny. I knew I was Winter and you were the Spring kiss. You were the hurricane and I was the pond water. I wrote to dear Jenny, please give me one dance.… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance.
Thank you for the dance. Once, by the sea. We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific Ocean. Once, we danced. Danced for the moon and for the stars above. Once,… Continue reading
Dear April.
Dear April. The April sun is in my eyes and I ain’t blue no-more. My tears have stopped and the open wound is bleeding less. I am bleeding Scottish whiskey, wandering into dead… Continue reading
My dearest Monterey butterfly. And a beautiful Kelli Moyle song.
My dearest Monterey butterfly. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-four.) She shrouded her face in fake smiles and she wanted little. I called her my Monterey butterfly, always escaping when someone… Continue reading
Another time, another place. With an amazing song.
Another time, another place. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-three.) We found each other in the darkest bars and we slowed dance and kissed. I adored you and you needed me.… Continue reading
The haunting echoes and dangerous dreams. And an amazing song.
The haunting echoes and the dangerous dreams. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-two.) 1- I told the morning, yesterday is gone and today is here. I go to my garden and… Continue reading
We are just flesh and bones.
(We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust.A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhy do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new born day.) We are just… Continue reading