Yesterday

Just words.

                                  Yesterday

I am in the Fall of a life. Death whispered in my ear. Old heart and my tire soul seem to need and want less. Maybe I have given-in, given-up.

Once I had everything. Had long Summer days, I had the sea and I tempted love.

I read Salinger and Hemingway now.  I am seeking Salinger silence and learning Hemingway thoughts. Salinger saw death and war, he sought private place. He couldn't hide from the violence and blood. He taught me. Write for yourself. Hemingway taught me. Great words are rarely appreciated. Live hard and don't complain.

Yesterday when I was young and  fearless. I consumed life and today. The old man sits at Lake St. Clair. Observe life and hold on to his last breathe for his grandchildren.

I wonder if I did more, if I did less? Maybe.

I would know more kindness and less anger. I feel the pain of anger in my bones, old places and distance war had tattoos my mind and heart.

Beautiful faces, wonderful places and children dance in sweet dreams. Death whispered in my ear. I told Death. Not today. I will meet Hemingway in the Purgatory Inn later.  We will drink American whiskey and talk of love.

                                 Coyote

Author's Note

New words.

Reviews

[lightsong]

it's the first time I read in Your note "New words", and these new words describe the "now" You the very best though I surely would want something more to add to the now You, something so lovely and beautiful like Your other pieces. it's You, and all what happened in Your life that made You to be whom You are today, no need to have done less or more, no regrets though I'm very sure that each one of us who sits in this monologue and will wonder about the same things too and not necessarily to be old to do so. anyone who lived a war will imprint all their life, the memories will stick, they speak of life and death, existence with a deep emotional sound.

a very touching and heartfelt piece my friend, one that gets us more closer to You, I have not even one tiny doubt that Your grandchildren loves You immensely.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend. I appreciate your kind words.

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha makes me chuckle as in the ending he stills likes his whiskey ... nothing like a sound shot to take the chill of death from ones old bones ..enjoyed reading sir ..too much contemplation in old age can make the feet drag ;)))))))))))))
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

My feet are dragging too and thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[DIVYA]

So touching, so vivid, I teared up on reading this. Written by one who has experienced the true beauty of life and appreciates the wisdom it has to offer. You are awesome with every line! Kudos sir!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Divya. You are very kind.

[DIVYA]

You’re most welcome sir!

[light and ashes]

You are a first class writer, my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Angelink. You are very kind.

[light and ashes]

I just tell the truth :) you're welcome