Just whispers to Lake Huron

Just whispers to Lake Huron

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"

Just words.

"




                        Just whispers to the Lake Huron

You came to me in a yesterday memory and you told me Johnnie. Can't wait no-more. You have too much to love and to embrace. I'm just a heavy burden you and I cannot wait for. The men who love the lakes, the children and his damn words. Johnnie, a poet is blind. Words don't teach us joy. Real kiss and embrace does.

I went to Port Austin alone. Me and the vodka and juice came to write for my beloved lake and you.
---
                 Liz, Elizabeth, my love
I need to tell you.
I can't tell you.
I want to tell you and
my words are wandering off to the kind Lake Huron.
 
Fall is coming.
The leaves are beginning to turn and my heart is heavy with regret.
I miss you my beautiful Liz.
My darling, I'm here and you are gone.

I need you. I don't need you.
Old Poet had learn Hemingway wishes and regret.
To had tasted love sweetness and was just.
A wisp of a dream that could not be held.

I love you my dear Liz.
I love you face and your gentle hands.
I love you wild eyes and hungry to dance and laugh.

Today me and my Lake Huron are waiting for no-one.
Just old friends are here . Journals, old books and pen.
Johnnie waiting for you, dear Elizabeth in Port Austin and
the coldness of Winter is coming.

I'm so damn cold and lonely without you.
Sometimes old men learn. We have our vodka and juice.
And a thousands memories and places we cannot find no-more.

---

I sit in the Port Austin shop and I watch the people come and go. I told the pretty artist. Maybe life is to learn. Love is rare and we shall know few kind people. Maybe us painters and writers have a few friends at the end. Maybe the vodka and juice. Lake Huron is our last dear friend. The pretty artist smiled and she asked. Can I paint you dear Johnnie. Your face and eyes. A thousand place can be seen. Old faces are beautiful. Leftover scars make them so damn beautiful. You and I. Port Austin statues who are waiting for the last wild dance?

The pretty artist held my hand and she whispered. Some people love the road, the sea and lakes more than love. You and I shall be okay. You get what you deserve. Maybe we deserve each other?

                            John Castellenas/Coyote




© 2017 Coyote Poetry



Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
Just words.

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

That lovely song, that crystal voice truly, wonderfully hugs your words to their hearts, John. You write memories so passionately but always with a touch of respectful restraint.

Such need and bliss could be sordid, over-used, but never, never in your poetry. You make desire a silky-smooth gift to accept.. always.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

Yes she was but her song keep her alive for us.
emmajoy

2 Months Ago

Have a load of old tapes waiting to be converted.. way back given them.. now technology has bounced .. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

I will look him up. I'm always looking for music to listen to. Thank you dear friend.



Reviews

Beautiful words painting the canvas of inner world of yours.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

Thank you Sarah. I believe. We get what we deserve.
That lovely song, that crystal voice truly, wonderfully hugs your words to their hearts, John. You write memories so passionately but always with a touch of respectful restraint.

Such need and bliss could be sordid, over-used, but never, never in your poetry. You make desire a silky-smooth gift to accept.. always.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

Yes she was but her song keep her alive for us.
emmajoy

2 Months Ago

Have a load of old tapes waiting to be converted.. way back given them.. now technology has bounced .. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

I will look him up. I'm always looking for music to listen to. Thank you dear friend.
Sometimes, we recognize our face in another.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

Yes we do my friend Jon. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
Jon Roggie

2 Months Ago

My pleasure.
A lovely story of love, memories laced with wisdom as you enact tales of life in an almost true manner so believable. a pleasure to read John.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

Thank Andrew. Life is learning. Make the good days last longer. I appreciate the comment my friend.<.. read more
wow, maybe it is true...maybe we only love in figurative language...in literal, in the reality, we don't really know how to...

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This comment has been deleted by the poster.
Coyote Poetry

2 Months Ago

Thank you Jacob. I agree. Few people show real face and need.

Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

189 Views
5 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on August 12, 2017
Last Updated on August 12, 2017

Author

Coyote Poetry
Coyote Poetry

MI



About
A Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remembe.. more..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..