Ancient floors.
Ancient floors. In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
The missing pieces.
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.” (My last day… Continue reading
Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart.
Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is learning to be wiser and kinder. Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart. The hollow hour leaves me alone with my thoughts.Hidden… Continue reading
Everybody knows.
Everybody knows A Poem by Coyote Poetry I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion. (I borrow a few lines from Leonard Cohen.Sometime we need to learn emotion… Continue reading
I remember you.
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were long.The splendor of the blue skies… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies.
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Love, song and dance, blood and the road.” The dance of the Gypsies. I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes beautiful women dancing and singing on the… Continue reading
In the valley of the Devils and the Angels.
In the Valley of the Devils and the Angels. I have played the sinner.Danced in the sweat and passion ofliar’s emotions. Made so many promises.I couldn’t keep. I told bloody lies to undress beautiful… Continue reading
The sheep and the wolf.
The sheep and the wolf. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine,telling the passing people.“You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love.”The old man didn’t ask… Continue reading
Love, dance and celebrate being alive.
The Pacific Love, Dance and celebrate being alive. She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan legs I desired to caress the moment I saw her walk… Continue reading
Everyone is a river.
Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for my book, The Island.” Everyone… Continue reading