A letter

Kind words of love can save a life. In a letter. Sweet words can reopen hope and possibilities.

                          













                       










                                     A letter

Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive.

When we parachute blind into love.
Even a renegade spirit can be broken.
I tried to hide my misery in good cognac and Germany wine.
I allowed myself to fall into a delusional state where I didn't give a s**t
about anything.

In the belligerent belief of alcohol state.
Foolish men believe they can forget beautiful faces
and destroy good memories.

I wished I could tear apart my mind and heart.
Closing the wounds with the fire of hate.

The paradox of life is fair.
Memories will rebirth and allow the cuts to bleed again.
I can hurt myself with pity and still be left in the waste of things lost
and never to be found again.

I found myself alone on a lonely hill in the field of early Spring wild flowers.
Holding my good cognac  and swimming in insanity and wild thoughts.
I opened a letter from a friend of many years.

She wrote of love. She wrote of how she needed me back home in  Michigan.
She wrote she loved me for many years. She wrote she knew I was coming home soon.
She wanted us to meet.

I put the cognac down. Left the field of wild flowers.
I knew the words were just sweet whispers of dreams and possibilities of love.

I whispered sweet Julie.
"Are the words just more cuts  to a broken heart or a savior to stop a man
from committing self suicide?"

I found peace and hope in her sweet words.
I dreamed  my kind friend was waiting to heal a broken man.
Sweet Julie somehow knew I was lost.

Only new love and hope can heal the pain of a broken heart.
Pain can be released only with tender touches of love and kind words.

I still had my pen and paper to keep me sane.
I wrote.

"Love can lead you to paradise and hell.
We must join the dance to know pleasure and misery."

                               Coyote
                              2012




 




 

Author's Note

Finally a new poem. Any errors. Please assist a old man.

Reviews

[Michael X]

wow, the passion is subtle and electric, this poem holds life lesson as art
when poetry is born of the need to expressed an enlightened creation,
to know the pain of suffering, sorrow then understanding then joy.
brilliantly work, I really like this poem, it's epic in heart and vulnerbility ^_^

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

Passionate writing love it, its honest!

[Becky C Strukamp]

A new poem! A rebirth of love, of self awareness, of longing and finding peace within ones self. This poem has it all. It is devine. I cant say which line was a favorite because they all were, and they each held their own merit. this is wonderful Coyote. I enjoy reading your poems, as they are so full of awarenes, and always of hope. thanks for this magnificent poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the many comments. I do appreciate.

[Becky C Strukamp]

You are most welcome!

[DIVYA]

You got me there -
"Only new love and hope can heal the pain of a broken heart.
Pain can be released only with tender touches of love and kind words.
I still had my pen and paper to keep me sane.
I wrote."
It's either a new love or a pen and some paper. Such wisdom! An oracle has spoken for me.

[Ian Faraway]

I LOVE this. It describes my thoughts and feelings of despair perfectly. It's sad to think we cant heal ourselves or protect ourselves from love or good memories with hate. Hate being so powerful, but the memories and the longing to relive them are somehow stronger. J'ADORE!

[Euro]

Awesome!
I like this very much :)

[Jo March]

Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive.

How true. not just men, however. Your poetry is absolutely breath-taking.

[......]

so deep and very inspiring, you can easlly see thye pasion in your words
also the pain and the truth behind its mask. i like your writting very much. Just know that things have a reason behind it in the shadows.

[Mark]

"Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive." Love this line.

This write cuts to the chase, to the heart with simple and true words. hope, love, broken heart it's all in there. Great job.

[Inci 2]

One thing i truly agree with is the line That i have my pen and paper to keep me sane... at school we were taught a poem "A thing of beauty" which said how people surrounded by some art form are far more creative and patient... the miseries of life can't be taken away but some indulgence into art surely relieves us of a lot of stress.. very nice writing Sir :)))

[Juana Garcia]

"Are the words just more cuts to a broken heart or a savior to stop a man
from committing self suicide?"

Wow.. just wow.