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C'est la Mort

C'est la Mort

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Just words.

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                                   Cest la Mort

Tonight two shadows are dancing in Belton, Texas at a dance hall.  Old soldiers dancing with a pretty Texas girl and she had tears falling for him. She whispered to him. I can't forgive you. God may forgive you and I believe. You will forgive yourself one day. Once we were silhouettes holding tightly and I remember when you asked me. Please talk with me, please dance with me and please walk with me. I'm so damn lonely and you are what I need.

We loved the song and I remember you calling my name. Telling me. You are the pretty one and I'm the lucky one. I remember I knew I was was wrong when, I told you at my apartment. Come and get it my northern boy. Please say my name and make me feel. Needed and loved.

I asked you often when I saw the distance look in your face. You promise me. You would leave the service and be my only love. Are you my lover? Are you my teacher, are you my perfect ending or my hellish ending?

He looked the natural Texas beauty. Auburn hair, long legs and the voice of a angel. Her hazel eyes filled with falling tears and he told her. Dear Shelly, Cest la mort, lover myth and wish.  War is near and new soldiers need my wisdom and knowledge. When I was a young man. Love was everything and till I met you. I accepted alone. I enlisted for three more years and I'm still at Fort Hood. I know only how to be a soldiers and I need you Shelly.

She kissed his face and his lips. She asked, when are you being deployed? He looked very sad and he told her. In two day for the Iraq border. President Clinton sending us to be guard-dogs again.

He watched her make some coffee at her small apartment. She was quiet the complete night. He went to her and he held her tightly. I told her. Please Shelly, please forgive me. I won't forget you and I will miss your beautiful face, the tenderness of your lovely hands. Those rosy red lips. Sweeter then the Fall wines will keep me alert and alive. I will return soon and I promise no more Army my love.

She brought him closer and she whispered. Some men want to live forever, some men want to save the world. Some men love women, some men love war and chaos. Please write me and I pray you remember me. I will try to wait for you. My heart is already broken and when you leave today. I will beg you to stay and you will leave. Please don't die Johnnie.

Old soldier stand with 15,000 soldiers. 15,000 men leaving so many behind.
                                 John Castellenas/Coyote









© 2018 Coyote Poetry



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Coyote Poetry
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"Tonight two shadows are dancing"

I absolutely loved this for an opening line, it was clear and to the point, foreshadowing the rest of the piece perfectly. The setting and mood of this piece were wonderfully written so that I really felt present in this melancholy moment of love and goodbyes. I think I may have said this before, but it bears repeating, you write with such sincerity that it's hard to resist being pulled into the emotion of your work; becoming attached to the connection between Shelly and Johnnie. While the encounter was romantic, having moments of sweetness and tenderness, there was heavy truth looming behind it all. This is the end. While my inclination is to get my hopes up and wish the best for Shelly and Johnnie, I could feel that this would be it.

This poem had a wistful tone about it, like a nostalgic memory of a time past, never to be relived.

"Those rosy red lips. Sweeter then the Fall wines will keep me alert and alive"

This line also resonated with me, conjuring images of the fall with it's vibrant colours, sweet scents and tastes of harvest, but also the death that autumn brings, the end of summer and the coming doldrums of winter. Hanging on to that last sunny memory when the cold comes, letting it revive you and pull you through. This was a powerful line to me.

Another great write and worthwhile read. Thank you for sharing Coyote.

Hailey

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

6 Months Ago

Thank you Hailey. Hardest regret of being a soldier. Leaving people behind.



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How desperately sad love can be.. how desperately sad that men and women who want each other are separated by life's demands, be it war or ...

You write tales in a very unique way, have a style of your own that's unmistakable and - touch the heart, honestly, powerfully and yet - rarely shout..

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

6 Months Ago

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. You are right. We release people, we shouldn't he.. read more
Another heartfelt write, Coyote.

The life of a soldier is a difficult one; it is a life made of tough choices. Between duty and love, life and death. Men are built for both war and love and it is nigh on impossible to balance the two. Something must always give. And when they do go off to war and leave their loves behind, they enter a new realm of love, that of comradeship on the battlefield. And here too, they must leave their love behind. Such is the tragedy of war and sacrifice.

As always, your write is infused with a gentle sadness and romance, truth and realism captured only by the wisdom of experience.

Another wonderful piece of work.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

6 Months Ago

Thank you Dooley for reading and the comment. You are right. I left many behind. Family and lovers w.. read more
Doodley

6 Months Ago

Yet the memories will alway remain within. Always a pleasure to read your works.
"Tonight two shadows are dancing"

I absolutely loved this for an opening line, it was clear and to the point, foreshadowing the rest of the piece perfectly. The setting and mood of this piece were wonderfully written so that I really felt present in this melancholy moment of love and goodbyes. I think I may have said this before, but it bears repeating, you write with such sincerity that it's hard to resist being pulled into the emotion of your work; becoming attached to the connection between Shelly and Johnnie. While the encounter was romantic, having moments of sweetness and tenderness, there was heavy truth looming behind it all. This is the end. While my inclination is to get my hopes up and wish the best for Shelly and Johnnie, I could feel that this would be it.

This poem had a wistful tone about it, like a nostalgic memory of a time past, never to be relived.

"Those rosy red lips. Sweeter then the Fall wines will keep me alert and alive"

This line also resonated with me, conjuring images of the fall with it's vibrant colours, sweet scents and tastes of harvest, but also the death that autumn brings, the end of summer and the coming doldrums of winter. Hanging on to that last sunny memory when the cold comes, letting it revive you and pull you through. This was a powerful line to me.

Another great write and worthwhile read. Thank you for sharing Coyote.

Hailey

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

6 Months Ago

Thank you Hailey. Hardest regret of being a soldier. Leaving people behind.

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