The wild roses

Just words

                        

   The wild roses

The old drunk Poet told me. Johnnie, wild roses are support to be free and wild.
Things, that are too beautiful to touch will make us yearn and need till we find peace in our death.
Those wild roses will steal your heart and teach you loneliness.
The kisses of the wild rose are sweeter than the Fall honey and create a permanent addiction.
We shall return to the wild rose till she need us no-more.

I roamed to the deep forest where the wild roses lived.
I heard their song often in my youth and I fell to my beautiful wild rose feet many Spring days ago and lost myself in her beautiful face.
She sang sweet songs of love and she kissed my lips.
I told my wild rose once. My Samantha, I want to fall in love with you and I want to breathe you in.
I want your skin against my skin and I was us to be reborn as one in the forest of love.
I want us to swim in the flowing river.
Bare true face and heart to the warm sun and the kind moon.

My Wild Rose came to me by the river where I sat and waited for her . She reached down and she caressed my face and she whispered. You have become old, my lover. Once you were young and strong. Your face, now with scars of living written deep into your skin and eyes. Wild roses rebirth yearly and men. Age steal your recklessness and  betrayed your body. Dear poet. Lay with me and I will hold you for the last time. I have loved you and you have loved me. Today dear Poet. We shall write a lullaby of two people who danced with the river gods and who sang to the moon and the stars. We shall sing of when, love was young and I was your mistress and the only one you needed.

I left her in the dawn. She was as beautiful as the first day I saw her 50 years ago. My Wild Rose didn't say goodbye. She told me. Bury your dead body near me and  I will make you live forever.

My good friends bury me by the river. They ensured I was near the wild roses.

I awoke and I saw my Wild Rose. She raised me up to her and we danced in the gentle wind. Me and my Samantha now watch the sun and moon rise and fall. We rest during the Winter in a peaceful sleep.

                        John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

This wonderful poem held me absolutely enhanced!!!!! Ah, the wild rose.... she called to me too and I was right there with you! Suddenly all the flowers burst out in the garden. (well, it is Spring over here.) This is one of the best poems I have read of yours. I too use myth a lot!

[Coyote Poetry]

I love myth and tale. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Hi]

A nice whimsical and enchanting piece with longing. The name "Samantha" helped it transcend simply a fantasy piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Matt. I appreciate the comment.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Kudos to you Coyote! You are a Storyteller in the old tradition. So much Beauty in all you write. Imagery that opens our eyes to the Wild Rose and all that she means. Thank you to the Dreamwalker....

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Annette. I appreciate your kind words. Good to be the Dreamwalker.

[APOORVA]

very interesting.
intriguing and captivating

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Apoorva. I used myth and tale. I like the tales of love in myth. I know you know many. Some places in our world. Have wonderful myth and tale.

[Mary]

John, I am always amazed at the beauty of your words- and this poem is no exception. The wild rose, is she plant, or woman, or mystical being? It doesn't matter, because she is muse, passion, and all that matters. What a beautiful beautiful poem. Saved to favorites!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Mary for reading. The story a myth. I love myth and tale.

[Crimson_ish]

A really captivating and endearing piece. Although a lot of typos, it doesn't take away the emotion from the piece. Quite picturesque and stirring.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the honest comment. I will edit tonight.

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When I was younger Nick was my faourite artist. I a sure if you show him what you wrote he will be very please. You get almost deep like him. But you are also diffirent and thats great too. This is realy good. I member on his concert in Prague in 1996 . I never feel so dirt and clean at one time.

[Coyote Poetry]

Nick Caves is coming to Detroit. I will see him on June 6th. I'm looking forward to hear him. Thank you for reading and the comment. I'm off to work and I will return and read more of your work tomorrow.

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I hope you enjoy his show. His music is now more calm and spiritual. I just feel in nowadays we dont have too much rock superheroes . He is one of the last ones. When I heard frist time Lou Reed is death. Mhy heart almost bleed out

[MsJewel]

You are such a wonderful story teller. I love the dreamy like feel to this one John. A beautiful story, rich in imagery and a pleasure to read :) Julie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Julie. I appreciate the comment.