Never enough whiskey she told me

Just some words.

                     Never enough whiskey she told me

Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing.

I told her, damn tavern is place to die, dear Julia, can't swim in s**t forever.

She looked at me with sad eyes and she whispered. Poet, dreamweaver, once you told me. I was your life, your only reason to be alive. You left me for you war, saw 40 countries and you had drank, sins and did the soldier dance. I learn a year ago, never enough whiskey to heal the heart.

I whispered to her ear, my wild rose. I told you I would break your heart. Life is a dangerous dance. We must lie and we must die. Each of us are swimming in our own waste. You were a Hemingway's wish and most of Hemingway's wants broke his heart. He loved the journey, the seeking of knowledge over the sweetness of love.

She turned to me and she whispered. Did you find your answers? Did you learn why we live and why we die? Did you learn enough? He brought her closer and he told her. I did learn.

I loved you my wild rose.  Once we spoke of forever and we didn't know. Life will steal the sweetness from us. We are just foolish people seeking too much or too little. God of war, God of greed, God of carelessness will lead us to dead-end and broken heart. The Army controlled my life and I knew what I know now. I would have escape with you to the mountains. Allowed my heart to be clean of war and violence.

She kissed his forehead than lips and she whispered. Spring is here and never enough whiskey to forget you. We are not dead yet, the California mountains are still waiting for us. Are you brave enough to dance forever with a wild rose?

I brought her nearer and I told her. You are my first wish, my last wish. I will follow you to the California mountain dear love. I love you my wild rose.

                              Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Margie F]

There's truly not enough whiskey in this world to make someone forget the love felt from someone who touched us deeply. This story makes me want to pack my bags. If only we could know then what would be needed to know of now without having to sacrifice so much in the process. The beautiful thing is that stories such as this one can actually lend to our readers advice. If only they would follow the advice, and not treat it as "just words."

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Margie. Last year, I went to the California mountains for four days. It is utopia and thank you for reading and the comment.

[gram linski]

Loved this poem, read like a Nick Cave blues song, hope it turned out better for your wild rose, lol, you tell sad tales of love and loss with eloquence and style.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love Nick Cave songs, I saw him in concert in last year in Detroit. Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate.

[Wild Rose]

Beautiful words
Beautiful story line

Love lost
Never forgotten
No strong drink can be enough to kill their love for each other

At last lost love is found again
Not many get such a happy ending

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Beautiful just love this write and one of my fav video songs ever !!

[Coyote Poetry]

One of my favorite song too and thank you Julie for reading and the comment.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

No worries 😉

[John Alexander McFadyen]

As always you mix the heady concoction of the romantic with the down to earth rougish behaviour that people sometimes aspire to, especially at times of war.

[Coyote Poetry]

War make us braver and more foolish. Thank you John for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.