My masterpiece

Just words

                         Masterpiece

Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She create a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything I knew and I wanted.

My hazy memory remember now. I remember us, I remember her. I painted her skin with lotion and kiss. She was my song, my holy and sweet nights we were blessed with. In the coldness of Germany Winter, we painted memories where loved lived and great dreams were wild and free. She was my masterpiece in my world of chaos.

I learn the greatest sin is knowing perfect days and wonderful nights. The paradise of the dancing candles, sweet red wine and never-ending nights made me believe. Love was everything, everything was love.

She was 18 year old and I was 20. Cursed of youth, we want everything and we want more. Love graves left us departing to different worlds. She became my beloved Beatrice, my song of things, left behind, never to be found again. I learn Dante's pain and  misery.

                              My ancient love

Once we painted us,

together,

alone,

soulmates,

dreamers,

lovers,

we had Leonard Cohen and Elvis songs.

Once we locked the door and kept the world at bay.

We play truth and dare,

we loved long walks,

we loved the interlocking of hands and body,

you were my masterpiece and I.

Just the fortunate one.

Old age had taught me. We must bleed to know love. Open wounds that cannot be healed, they do heal one day.  Today I would tell her. Thank you my blushing beauty, thank you for teaching me love can be the sweetest days.

                                                   Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Your soulful portrayal of being deeply in the throws of young love together with all of its abandon and carefree components, are written here in such a gentle and romantic write Coyote John. I loved the opening two lines which set the scene so well. The poem within the piece is also heasrtbreakingly romantic!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you John. Life teaches us. Miracle of love. A rare gift.

[Neville]

These words came to fruition only after being in the bud of making for many years... Today you write magnificently of love and the ache that always seems to shadow it.... your style is unique and I never fail to be impressed by the way your words do linger in my mind, long after they have been read....... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville. I appreciate the kind words.

[Neville]

nothing short of a pleasure Coyote & mine at that...

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Beautiful young love
such amazing memories
I always enjoy reading
them. Cheers 😊



My ancient love

Once we painted us,
together,
alone,
soulmates,
dreamers,
lovers,
we had Leonard Cohen and Elvis songs.
Once we locked the door and kept the world at bay.
We play truth and dare,
we loved long walks,
we loved the interlocking of hands and body,
you were my masterpiece and I.
Just the fortunate one.


Old age had taught me. We must bleed to know love. Open wounds that cannot be healed, they do heal one day. Today I would tell her. Thank you my blushing beauty, thank you for teaching me love can be the sweetest days.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Benita. Love should be our sweetest days.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

Yes I agree! You're very welcome 😁 my friend.

[Rye]

Such a wonderful, emotional write here, Enjoyed this

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ryanna. I appreciate the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a deeply emotional romantic write, John. You certainly do know what love it. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lydia. Love should be our carefree and our wonderful days.

[emmajoy]

'we loved the interlocking of hands and body, - you were my masterpiece and I. - Just the fortunate one.'

Love so pure and passionate, a bewilderment of emotions.. and so beautifully write.. and most definitely NOT 'just words. Seems in your past life you've shared abundunt love, yet always, always deeply felt each for a myriad of magical reasons. If some have been enhanced by imagination then, your imagination is more than lucky to be deep inside you, John. This is a sweet and memorable piece of writing.

' She was my song, my holy and sweet nights we were blessed with. In the coldness of Germany Winter, we painted memories where loved lived and great dreams were wild and free. She was my masterpiece in my world of chaos.'

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Emma. We are young, just for a second.

[emmajoy]

Seconds can last forever.. as your memories show.

[barleygirl]

This is so good, more than some of your other pieces, I can feel that you have dug down way deep to pack this with the longing & the joyful memories & the regret. This is the most raw I've ever seen you write lately (of course, you may have before but I'm forgetful). Anyhow, the way you use "masterpiece" is unusual, which I like. Usually "masterpiece" is used to suggest that a person is proud of his own accomplishment, some opus he/she created. Here, you twist this all around. The thing that is your masterpiece is something you had no part in creating, just enjoying a masterpiece given to you. That just goes to show your selfless point of view, which I admire you for (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Margie. Big Sur is a masterpiece. Few things excite our soul.

[Chris Shaw]

Reflections on lessons learned on life's journey. Some teach us far more than others. Your Beatrice, apart from being your young love and masterpiece was also a great teacher. Thank you for sharing this with us Coyote. All good wishes.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. I appreciate the comment. We need our muses. Even the Beatrice.

[Chris Shaw]

We do need the muse to stay close to us :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

fortunate to be the artist, and not only paint the love scene, but be in his own painting at the same time.
yes, Open wounds can heal...and there are many colors of paint to choose from to make us better.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob. I appreciate the comment my friend.

[Alexandra G.]

Amazing words, love reading your wonders! Excellent work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Alexandra. I appreciate the kind words.