2500 miles away from you

2500 miles away from you

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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We hope distance and separation can make sadness forgotten. It doesn't.

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                           2500 miles from you

On a Winter day in 1989. We said our first goodbye.
I joined a war to escape your  face. I try to leave the places filled with too many damn ghosts.
Now I drink the Irish coffee in Monterey. Write words of the blue eyes girl with the auburn hair, I left behind.

I sit on the bench where Hemingway drank his whiskey. I can feel his sadness and watch the sea he saw once.
The 2500 miles away from you wasn't enough. I sit on the Fisherman Wharf at the last tavern.
Drinking whiskey and eating the clam chowder. I learn what Dante knew. The powerful sea can't erase the faces and memories of those ladies who open the door to love and make the night come alive.  Those sweet and beautiful Beatrice's. Can't be killed off by the whiskey or the sea.

I got lost and confused trying to forget your memory in Reno. I played the tables and drank the free drinks.
A beautiful long legged woman with a mini-skirt leaving nothing for the imagination leaned against me. I felt the
warmth of breathe and skin against mine. Her clear blue eyes made me feel weak. When I looked into her eyes. I remembered losing you in some nightmare, re-learning after you left me. All I had was black memory left.

I escaped to New York city. I liked New York city. My weaken spirit took comfort roaming with the insane writer and artist. I envision Leonard Cohen talking to Joplin on a park bench. Joplin telling Cohen. "I prefer more handsome men, but you will do. We may be ugly, but we have the song."  New York city is a old place. I like the ancient places where you can read and write your words. I read poetry at a Poetry readings. I told a story of a life falling to self-destruction and dead-end roads. About a perfect face and embrace that left a broken  man.

I returned to Michigan and I found you. You accepted me back and I wrapped my arms around you. I told you.
You were the only sweetness a man knew swimming in s**t and self-pity. You taught me money was nothing and kiss and warm embrace was the real gold of a gold life.

Life is a circle of joy and pain. Pain and joy. I lost you again. We always had bad timing. You wanted school and nursing. I wanted just your sweet kiss and time.  This time I knew the ending at the start.

Now I roamed the USA highways alone. I have learn life was fair.  Woman can make you feel like the King of the forest or steal away your hope and joy if you allow.  I know today better to be thankful for the attention of sweet woman. Don't hide out too long. If you become distance and afraid. You may lose something sweet and unforgettable.

Better to have loved and lost than wished you did. Better to know the feel of someone warm and sweet, lighting up the nights/days and your life than be waiting for no-one. Old memories are like ghosts. We must accept them and move on to better places.

I got back to Monterey and now the dark street Poet knew. Life is good, woman are sweet and beautiful and he was near his true love, the sea. He drank his beer and waited for new doors to become wide open. 

Dark Poet became the Word-man. He knew now. Can't write the words without knowing struggle, war and a thousand sweet kisses.

He told the kids. Live my friends. Today could be the last chance for love, the slow dance and to know laughter.

      Coyote/John Castellenas
                                     Written in 1992/rewritten in 2014

                      






© 2014 Coyote Poetry


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Coyote Poetry
Old poetry with a re-write.

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Better to have loved and lost than wished you did. Better to know the feel of someone warm and sweet, lighting up the nights/days and your life than be waiting for no-one. Old memories are like ghosts. We must accept them and move on to better places.

So true are your words...but these are also the memories we keep close to our heart.
You have touched my heart with your beautiful poem. Truly exceptional writing my friend.
:) Julie

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

Thank you Julie. I appreciate you reading my work and the comment.



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Wow sir!!! I really love this piece of writing. You took me not on a journey metaphorically but I felt like I was in those towns as well, running and trying to hide from her ghost. Amazing job!!

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Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

Thank you for reading and the comment. Hard to escape the ghosts.
Emotively intelligent write John... filled with the highs and lows of love and life... I love the warm conversational flow you infused in this. Bravo.

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Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

Thank you. A journey to logic in the poem. We must taste pain to know sweetness.
Oh, another sad love story from you. BTW, the title caught my attention because it's clear there that a heart had departed from a loved one. Well, that's life. That's love. We cannot get all what we want.

Sad but true.
Memories are the only things
that were left to you.

Thanks for sharing this remarkable piece.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

Sometime we distance can be a safety. It isn't. Thank you for reading and the comment.
Better to have loved and lost than wished you did. Better to know the feel of someone warm and sweet, lighting up the nights/days and your life than be waiting for no-one. Old memories are like ghosts. We must accept them and move on to better places.

So true are your words...but these are also the memories we keep close to our heart.
You have touched my heart with your beautiful poem. Truly exceptional writing my friend.
:) Julie

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

Thank you Julie. I appreciate you reading my work and the comment.
you would be a dangerous man to love, because you (this poem) are in love with a memory, and I know how that is firsthand, and how you have expressed how that feels here is simply amazing the depth of the writing and expression here. I know someone like this and this is the very reason I didn't want to love him too, it's hard to compete with a memory of such happiness and love, and unless you REALLY fall in love again , not just love but "in love" she will always be second in your heart, some girls can't live with being second, lol.

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Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

Even the roamer will slow down one day. At 37 I did. You are right. Be careful, male or female in l.. read more
Better to love and lose than not love at all. I agree. And I also feel every experience is worth the while, however brief, it teaches us something. If we just opened our hearts rather than close up for fear of getting hurt. Acceptance also plays a big part in shaping our perspective on love and life. Thank you for this very insightful writing.

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Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

Thank you Divya. We need many friends and dances. Life is to have some fun. Thank you for reading an.. read more

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