Joan of Arc

Just words.

                                  Joan of Arc

I watched her dance alone.  I loved watching her, her movement of slow and easy and her hips and legs allowing the music to steal her away. Her eyes were closed and he knew. She was dreaming of wonderful days and nights stolen by life poor decisions. 

When she open her eyes. The softness of her pretty eyes displayed fake smile. He knew she left alone and she sat by the Pacific sea and she cries for things lost. She was remembering kind faces and sweet words. Today she cannot remember who left and who was wrong.

I followed her to the Monterey bay with some California sweet red wine. I sat with her and I handed her a wine glass. I whispered to her. My Joan of Arc. The war is over. Old regret and sour memories. Leave us swimming in misery and the blood of things we cannot  change.

She smiled at me and she accepted the glass. She asked. I know you are the dark Poet. You have been observing for one month and you paid for my coffee many times. Never said but a few word to me till tonight. I smiled  and I told her. The brave knight must be ready to be turn away from the woman with the eyes of wonder and of great mystery. She laughed at his words. What words could you own to save a dying lady. I smiled and I told her. A poesy for you my kind lady.

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                                My Joan of Arc

Lovely is, lovely true.

I love your face of gentleness.

I have  told you in private.

Dark life, colorless life make your beautiful face more sweet and tempting.

I told you my Joan of Arc.

When I saw your lovely tempting red dress today and your legs covered in blackness of soft lace made a fearless soldier beg for mercy and forgiveness before he had won or loss.

I know you are burning up into a external fire of everlasting sadness.

Please allow me to be the wood and you can be the fire.

Allow us to create a new flame that can expand and make us brave again.

You can be my savior and maybe I can save you my Joan of Arc.

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She smiled and she laughed. She took my hands and she kissed them. She whispered to me. Dear dark Poet, your wish is deadly. The Joan of Arc who once won great battles. Left many dead on the battlefield. Did they fought for her or country? The soldier poet can be dangerous. You made me wish for the September wine and the lover's nights. Can you handle a woman wanting too little or too much. She poured the wine into the glasses and she asked. Would you dance with a pretty gal near the wild Pacific ocean? Would you hold me tighter when I cry for things lost? Will you be jealous if I love other things more than you?

I smiled and we touched the wine glasses. I told her. Men will  die for less and men will die for more. Wood and fire must meet. We must know. Fear, anger and tears. We must know. Perfect nights and be unafraid of the unknown dance. War and old suffering need the cure of a million kisses and the escape from the memories of battle.

She stood-up and she took my hand. She took me to the sea and she rested her beautiful face against me and she whispered. The night is long and you are making me brave. Allow the moon and the stars to bless us. Let's pray for love sweetness dear Poet.

                           Johnnie/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[sette]

Joan of arc had been one of the greatest heroines written in history books. I like her for her simplicity and bravery which is not inherent in all women and which I find admirable in every woman who possesses these traits. I like the how the woman is being compared to Joan of Arc, if there is a real one like Joan, then I would gladly meet her. Today is International Day for Women, thanks John for the tribute.

[Coyote Poetry]

Many Joan of Arc in this world. Many great women make our world a better place. When I was in the Army. I spend a year in Honduras. My soldiers and me with a medical team would go into deep tropical forest. Help the villages away from the cities. Always two to three beautiful and kind nuns. They gave to strangers with great love and they were wonderful and fearless. I have know many Joan of Arc in our world. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[sette]

yes compassion is one of the endearing traits in women. still thanks for the tribute to women.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my dear friend.

[θεά]

This has a mystical, proto medieval air to it. I would admit that it doesn't make a breezy read, but life's lessons rarely are. Your poems tend to have the theme of love and devotion to their lovers, irrespective of the subject and this is no different. Good work Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Mallika for reading and the comment. You are right. Life can be a wild journey.

[An owl on the moon]

You so profoundly infuse your words with a deep, meaningful loving and life, and it carries us all into the joy of these moments. Those paths to the sea are so sacred to the soul.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate your kind words my friend.

[Karmee]

Joan of arc was an amazing woman to me. Very awesome tribute.

[Coyote Poetry]

The Leonard Cohen song gave me some motivation. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Karmee]

not a problem.