Regards to a old memory

A re-write.

Regards to a old memory

 

I know love is never fair sweet memory. Need perfect timing, place and same need.
Rarely do two people meet at the same wants.

 

I’m alright . I’m drinking the strong coffee and thinking of you. Once your words seduced me. Made me desire to frolic and be wild in the wild dance of love. Now I have late night Bloody Marys and my pen and paper.

 

I hold few things dear today.

 

The charity of the kiss, smitten promises leave me with the resembles of love. Broken promises of the temptation of sweet kiss and embraces missed. Leave me wishing for better places and better endings.

 

Wise men don’t confess love when they have nothing left to give. Acts of love are just forced actions to pretend you are still alive.

 

I have reach the point of no return. Just drifting and waiting for a place to know laughter and freedom again. have learned. Dead love had no place to grow. Life and death become a dance upon a thin rope.

 

Regards to you, my beloved memory . I hope you are dancing and singing in the streets to music of the ancient cities and sounds.

 

You had showed me the shades of love and I dream now. Of a  kind memory of  kissing your tender feet and to be able to look in your eyes. Tell you, thank you beautiful lady. With love and concern. Johnnie.

 

Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Life is full of twists and turns my friend. One never knows what fate holds in store. One day, death might seem imminent and thirty years down the road you might be changing the diapers of your newborn child. Fate is a fickle and curious jester laughing at all the best-laid plans of men. I'm living proof of this...having a handful of grandchildren and a toddler daughter running round my house. :) But I count my blessings with a smile and a shake of my head knowing there's a guardian angel somewhere up above laughing like crazy. I enjoyed the read.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Fabian for reading and the comment my friend. I do appreciate.

[alanwgraham]

Yes John, just words, but heartfelt words of such sweet sorrow. After all words are why we are all here caring and sharing. There is a lot of pain in these words and we can be good at hiding it.
ALL THE BEST,
Alan

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Alan for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[KLMazon]

I wish I could just simply love this writing as it hits a bit too close to the heart for me to put words out here. This captures a lot, that's all I can say.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[sette]

this is what is amazing in life you dont know what happens next there will always be an air of mystery that needs to be explored and discovered... good writing as always my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend. I appreciate the comment.

[lightsong]

You let us sit with You, write with You, feel with You, everything You wtite, You make it alive and vibrant to our minds and senses, I can imagine an old poet sitting down with his memories, and with his only friend the pen... another great piece, thank You for keep sharing them with all of us.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[lightsong]

You are welcome my friend.

[Sami Khalil]

So much like a confessional of sorts. So many good lines to quote. Thank you for sharing Coyote marvelous writings.

[Sami Khalil]

"memory of kissing your tender feet and to be able to look in your eyes. Tell you, thank you beautiful lady. With love and concern."

[Sami Khalil]

"Dead love had no place to grow. Life and death become a dance upon a thin rope."

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sami. I appreciate the comment.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome, Coyote.