Just whispers to Lake Huron

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.
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                 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.

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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

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

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.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love Eva Cassidy. Her voice so beautiful and haunting. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[emmajoy]

Always a pleasure to read your words. John... they speak and love and let's be honest, there's not enough of it in our world.

So sad Eva Cassidy died so young.. her voice is crystal fragile, but oh so gorgeous.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[emmajoy]

Have a load of old tapes waiting to be converted.. way back given them.. now technology has bounced them unhearable, darn it. So, often listen to that beautiful voice on Y?T.. Fon't know if you know but a now departed famous and very popular character/DJ,etc discovered Eva's voice on an obscure label or channel and set the singer's popularity sky high, certainly over here, dk about your country. The man's name was Terry Wogan.. Must away... take care if yourself, please.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

Beautiful words painting the canvas of inner world of yours.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sarah. I believe. We get what we deserve.

[Jon Roggie]

Sometimes, we recognize our face in another.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Jon Roggie]

My pleasure.

[andrew mitchell]

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.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank Andrew. Life is learning. Make the good days last longer. I appreciate the comment my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, maybe it is true...maybe we only love in figurative language...in literal, in the reality, we don't really know how to...

[Coyote Poetry]

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