Savior, liar and sinner

Just words

                              Savior, liar and sinner


Once I was saved.
Pretty red-hair girl took my hands and she whispered.
I love you Johnnie. Please don't die, please live for me.
She held me tightly and she sang gentle words of love to me.
I miss you my red-hair beauty. You were my savior.

I never show her my real face.
I loved the road, the drink and the flesh.
I needed confusion and disappointment.
Today I would tell her If I could.
Dear Leona.
You were perfect and I was the fool.
I was a liar.
Seeking the Hemingway death,
just waiting to run again.

I went back to Ann Arbor and you were gone.
I did the sinner's prayer.
"Dear Leona.
Precious lady.
Old dogs return home, wanting things lost.
Thank you dear friend.
You were my safe place for a wild man seeking everything and nothing.
I pray you found joy and happiness."

Men seeking war, the drink and the sin.
One day awake alone and
they learn.
People willing to save you are rare and few.
Old man looked to the open road and he whispered.
Dear Savior, my dear Leona.
I do remember your beautiful face.

                       John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[poetgurl (Plainly Meg)]

Men seeking war, the drink and the sin.
One day awake alone and
they learn.
People willing to save you are rare and few.
Old man looked to the open road and he whispered.
Dear Savior, my dear Leona.
I do remember your beautiful face.

WOW! I liked this write, I totally loved this part, it spoke to me more for some reason.
Excellent descriptive writing and amazing imagery as well. You have a wonderful talent. Keep on writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are kind dear Poet. I appreciate your time and your kind words.

[h d e rushin]

that's right. a savior is one who saves...Not out of faith or devotion only but sometimes just out of
the visceral connectiveness of another soul. My grandmother only would live two weeks after my grandfather passed. He was to her a savior and she, if he could say, was his.

the final stanza here reads like a biblical passage. A prophecy of sorts if not a warning that true beauty never fades from memory. great poem my friend. dana

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dana and I agree. The kind people who loved us. Never forgotten.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

How wonderful they are, these angels among us who take the hurt and despair, the frustration, fear and rage into their own silk cocoons to give us butterfly wings. I enjoyed this one a great deal my friend, good writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Fabian. I appreciate the comment and I agree. The kind people. We shall never forget.

[ayesha cullen]

Just words, and words are all you have to take the world away!

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Thank you Ayesha for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Jon Roggie]

And in the words, you dodge.
If you can write words like this,
you have not sunk to Hemingway's end.
Granted, might be a touch dramatic.
Each write you share a portion of your soul,
and I am not afraid of doing the same thing.
Let's see who shares the most.
Yes,
I am feeling cranky.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jon. You are right. Good woman saved me.

[Weeping willow]

They are beautiful words in expression of your heart.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.