Wishful heart.
Wishful hearts. I told the pretty Gypsy gal at the Stray Cat Inn. Love never befriended me. I sought the wild sea; I sought the sea dancer. And I learn. Love isn’t understandable… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Payment due my friend.
Payment due my friend. I sat daily by the Lake St. Clair lake. I watched the boats go by and I wrote and read. I drank coffee and I fell into Jack London,… Continue reading
Wanderlust. And a lovely Miriam Baghdassarian song.
Wanderlust… — Damn those eyes. Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading
I want to know you.
I want to know you. Invisible whispers and silence photos they give me remnants of who you are. Do you know me? I believe woman are more layered than men. Rarely does a… Continue reading
Hello again.
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learn to love the darkness of the taverns and the Jazz clubs,where the people with nothing to hide, can go.Old men and old women tell… Continue reading
The unknown story.
The untold story. I have worn a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading
Dear Florence.
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 city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
Love letter. Part two.
Love letters — part two. My sweet love. We may be foolish. Wishing into a wishing well for things we do not have anymore. I want you to know joy and happiness again.… Continue reading
That is no way to say goodbye.
That isn’t no way to say goodbye. You were my warm Spring Day. The sun, the moon and my flowing river of hope. You were my first love and last love. I came… Continue reading
Please read, read and read some more.
Write, write and write some more. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?” … Continue reading