Flesh and bones

May-day poetry number ten. A re-write.)

Flesh and bones...

(May-day poem number ten.)

( Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.)

I fell from the top of the mountain and I stood with so many victories.
I realized too late. They don’t mean too much.

Beautiful young woman sitting between my legs. She looked up.
Told me, “It don’t matter anyway. We are only flesh and bones.”

I sat by the ocean. Watching her  power and  beauty.

The ocean is heartless, so dangerous and tempting.

Woman with sad eyes sat with me.

She wished she was a better person.

I told her. We are but flesh and bones. All we can do is our best.

In time we will fade away to distance memories and be forgotten.

I gave everything away and

I roamed with the poets and the musicians.

We sat late into the night together on lonely Monterey beaches.

Drinking and talking of things that was and were to be.

The singer sang a love song.
When he is done. He told me.
” Love doesn’t really mean too much.

We are but flesh and bones.”

Just here awhile to try to celebrate being alive.

We danced and ran on the lonely beaches. We said a prayer to our Goddess of the sea.
 Please one more day to be alive and free.

For we are but flesh and bones.

                          Coyote

,                          Sept 2008

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Beautiful
I love this
As I get older I’m watching and reading about more life after death experiences
Yes we are just flesh n bones
Our spirit our soul will live on and travel
Loved the way you described sitting on the beach and all that you wrote it’s truly beautiful
Keep it in your memory forever

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Julie and I agree. With old age, we learn. We need to celebrate each new day.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

That is true
We can’t guarantee a tomorrow not at my age lol
Hope you well John read moreThat is true
We can’t guarantee a tomorrow not at my age lol
Hope you well John

[Azifwecare]

"Just here awhile to try to celebrate being alive". and you do so...here...by sharing your thought-provoking poetry. Thank you Coyote. You inspire me, my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

I am glad my dear friend. We need to celebrate life and thank you for reading and comment.

[Just Kim]

This is so wonderful, very beautiful write

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... a beautiful Song by the Sea... we are but flesh and bones; however we have a beautiful Heart and Soul .. that breathes Spirituality... in the Wind of the Trees.. we will be free. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat for reading and the comment. I need a few years near the sea my friend.

[John the Baptist]

We are physically but flesh and bones, and learning to accept that is the task of a lifetime. That part of us may be more than just crumbling matter is the study of a lifetime.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my friend. We do learn. Time goes quickly and we must enjoy the good days. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Relic]

This is very much like the song Dust in the Wind. We are here and then we're gone. Make the best of today.

Good poem, Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

The song Dust in the the wind. Is true. We must do what we can and thank you my friend for reading and the comment.