'Dead flowers'

Just words

                        Dead flowers

I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with  rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning face, drink the fresh coffee and to hear your voice again.

We were great lovers once and we faded to needed friends. You brought the coffee, wearing t-sheet and barefoot. You sat with me and I reached over and I brought your feet to my lap. I caressed them and I asked. Are you alright?

You smiled and you asked. You miss me honey? I told you many times. Always room for you in my large bed. I called you last night. You sounded somber and I heard the bar songs. Johnnie, you know I hate picked flower and I love the plant of the rosemary. You know my heart, in and out.  Johnnie, we must bury the dead flowers. War, regret and lost, we have known. You have been my only friend. Old house is empty without you. You and I need to sing our songs again.

I lay my head into your lap and you caressed me like a child and sang.

"

Baby, love, sweet friend.

Close your eyes,

relax the mind.

We will be alright.

Stay with me tonight,

stay with me tomorrow,

stay with me till the end of time.

You and I.

Only peace we shall find.

Baby, love, sweet friend.

All of us are alone.

All of us need a kind voice and love near."

The morning sun is rising and two people holding silence and love tightly,

waiting for a miracle and the blessing of love.

                             Johnnie

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Your writing is as loving and pure as it gets my friend. You bring us into your memory and your descriptive brilliance gives us the true feel, and sound and sight and smell and taste and emotion of each scene. Beautiful, sensuous and free were you and your ladies. “You sat with me and I reached over and I brought your feet to my lap.”- a line filled with romance and tenderness. You and she and Tennessee whiskey on the porch....her love song to you with your head in her lap...Sublime writing and master storytelling Coyote, unsurpassed.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Annette for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.

[Lydia Shutter]

"We must bury the dead flowers"....indeed....in a relationship old arguments must be forgotten. In order to move forward and to have peace, this is what all must do. Your poem is so uplifting and filled with deep romantic feelings. Wonderful work, John. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lydia. I appreciate the kind words.

[θεά]

Johnnie, this is a deep and emotional write. Not many have known true love, few have loved truer still. We die everyday in the presence of love once there but lost in the webs of deceit and ruse. A minor nit pick, t-shirt and not sheet. But otherwise a very sensual and emotive write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Mallika. I appreciate the help.

[sL]

I just want to repeat my favorite pieces of this poem: “...great lovers... faded to needed friends... holding silence and love tightly...” I often relate to your stories and your memories with emotion and vulnerability. This poem is powerful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. Nice to be come friends after knowing love. It is still love.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you always seem to remind us that no matter how old we get, there is still the child in us who needs a lap of comfort...a soft touch---the warmth to remind us everything is okay.

j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Corset]

you always seem to have a song of love to sing, it's always a pleasure to read you Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. Very nice to be sang to.

[Weeping willow]

Love is beautiful in any form,sometimes lovers make the best of friends ;-] Nicely expressed

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear friend and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Gee]

Great story telling Coyote, great song.
My mum hates the idea of cutting beautiful flowers to give knowing full well they are destined to wilt and die....." I don't want flowers at my funeral, give the money to charity ...."
Morning Coyote, hope you are well.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too, donate to a kind charity instead of flowers. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. My friend.

[Jon Roggie]

Great write.
Once again,
I can picture the moment.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jon. I do appreciate the comment.

[Lavi]

I honestly have no idea how you write so well from your soul. This is like hearing little-snippets of your life and not by just sitting in the back seat but instead it's like I'm actually there in this moment with you. Feeling what you are feeling, wanting what you desire; it's so powerful and emotional.
Amazing write (as usual) Coyote. I loved reading this!
Take care,
- Lavi

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lavi. Us writers use the kind memories as the tools of our words.

[Lyn Anderson]

Beautiful. I love the dead flowers analogy. My grandmother hated cut flowers too.
One minor thing - t-shirt and barefeet

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lyn for reading and the help. I do appreciate my friend.