We become, who we supposed to be….
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one. We become, who we supposed to be. I befriended a 30-30… Continue reading
The Coyote song, lest we forgot
Lest we forget… Lately the days have become slower, and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till, he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading
Why Do Poets Paint
Originally posted on inyourownmind:
The spoken words may sometimes be lost Only some spilled paint may show The true feelings That has been kept hidden away For far too long they say .…
Candice Louisa Daquin
Originally posted on I Write Her:
Valentin Ciccarone – Unsplash Exulted Flay?? Here the sound of water being circled in machine, washing clean, our plates scraped raw in delight Here the rustle of…
Thousand Summers
Originally posted on Under Your Wings:
Within me live a thousand unlived summers– warm, idyllicwistful, wild and free Seagulls cry and waves collidetanned legs swing, side by sideand dandelion blows freely through the…
Lost in the abyss of you…
Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to faraway places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love; I believe I could… Continue reading
Don’t explain dear lover…
Don’t explain dear lover… He waited for a miracle, and he wrote upon a blank sheet of paper. “I found a miracle; I have found you again. I told you yesterday. I want… Continue reading
Love is love….
Love is love…. A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life and she read her words to us. “I weaved a page… Continue reading
On the thread of a word…
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote PoetryEvery word had meaning. On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote PoetryTalk softly, be kind. Love is tender and soft. Can be… Continue reading
Poem: what is poetry
Originally posted on Blossoming of the Flower:
Poetry is like talking,While no word or sentence has to make sense. Poetry for me is speaking from my heart.When normal words arent enough.Poetry is when…