Dear Annabelle

Just words

                             
                              Dear Annabelle
Dear Annabelle. I have lived and died for love. I have learn to accept less and I became the street poet.

I found her waiting for me in Santa Cruz. She was smoking a cigar and had container of good beer. Sitting alone with a Hemingway's book and a kind smile by the Santa Cruz bay. You knew me and you called to me. "Dark Poet, sit with me and tell me a story. If you are lucky. I will tell you one of mine."

I went to her and I embraced her. I whispered. I missed you dear Annabelle. I was gone too long from the coastline and you. I never forgot you my lover. In the night in the Iraq desert. I dreamed of your beautiful face and your kiss.

Annabelle smiled and she kissed me. She told me. "Roaming Poet soldier, you love your wars and the touch of new soil upon your boots. You have forgotten me. Two letters in three months. I thought I was just a quick kiss and run. I was glads you called me my Johnnie"

We sat like old lovers near the Pacific ocean. I held her gently and caressed her perfect tan legs, kissed her neck and we waited for the Thursday Santa Cruz poetry reading.

Annabelle asked me. "Do you remember the fault lines. You and I, free-climbing, drinking and making love in hidden waterfalls.  Did I keep you alive and warm when the nights became too long."

I kissed her once, than kissed her twice and I whispered.  You saved my life once. You made feel alive and well when I was seeking the good death. Now I live and die to find you dear Annabelle. I want life, you and to hear your voice into the deep night. You are love, you are the rare sweetness in a life of dead-ends. You are my California dream.

Annabelle smiled and she whispered. I love you Johnnie and I want you to feel safe in my arms till the end.

                                    John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words

Reviews

[MySecretMuse]

I did not ask for these feelings. I just woke up and am now on an emotional roller coaster (then maybe wc was not the greatest place to come immediately after I roll put of bed haha), but as always, I am coming to find out, this had real emotion in it that feels raw and powerful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Many talented writers on the W.C. Have writers from the four corners of our world. Emotions make us write. Love, hate, sadness and happiness. Thank you for reading and I return to read your work ASAP. Taking daughter to work.

[Lydia Shutter]

John, your romantic stories always leave me with a "heavy sigh".....they could be screenplays for movies...every one of them. The bar, the ocean, the lost love who waits for your embrace. So lovely. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia for reading and the comment. Life seem more fiction than non-fiction with distance from the old places and memories.

[Echoes of Eros]

I was just recently back in Santa Cruz, so your poem and place resonated with me in such a sacred way. You voice these passages of endless beauty that take us over time on a bittersweet path.

[Coyote Poetry]

Santa Cruz was wonderful and wild. I was station in Monterey from 1992-1994. I enjoyed the song of the street musicians and the peace of the sea near. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Echoes of Eros]

I would move to Monterey in a minute. So beautiful and peaceful. Thank you for taking me back there.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[barleygirl]

What an amazing little vignette!!!!! This is spoken with realistic dialogue & deep feeling. It stirs similar fleeting memories in my heart. Now I want to write a similar style of story. I love the way you revealed so much in so few words. That's the sign of a master.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are very kind. I would enjoy reading your tale. Life is generous to people who want love near.

[barleygirl]

I did post one of my little ditties . . . in a similar vein. I don't yet know how to request a read.

[softlyfall]

Barefoot love on sandy beaches, thinking we were all grown up. All the wisdom of our ages never will replace that magical innocent selfless self love. So able to give it away back then, so easily.
This is so poignant, so personal and that makes it unique.
I found myself wishing there was more and more, just to get lost in it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.