Dearest Cheryl

Dearest Cheryl

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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June poetry number fourteen.

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                            Dearest Cheryl
She was a creature of the night. Her eyes were wild and filled with wonders, like a clear night with the stars dancing above. She reverend love and love did not reverend her. She had descended  into a melancholy of beget and folly.
She loved the posies and the smiling man. He spoke the language of love and he made her want to play the game of truth or dare. She didn't know, we cannot outlive our past. She would find her endearing love and she would ask him?  Can you catch a falling leave? Can we create new story and tale where I can win? She bestowed her love with whiskey kisses and the taste of cigarettes. Her elixir of charm, danger and her beauty. She made the poet brave.
He told her often. Maybe was the whiskey, maybe it is the demand and hunger in your eyes? I can see a million stars in your eyes. Maybe the songs are too good? You make me want to know crazy.
She loved his face, his laughter that made her feel beautiful again. She loved how he looked at her. Made her feel good, hopeful and wanted. He listened to her song and he made feel special. She weaved a story of a impossibility and they found hidden motels and secret flings. Now only remembered in the poet's poetry.
She died alone out-west. Few cried tears for her when she descended from her self-made hell. The poet remember a flower who loved lace and silk. She went slowly into night without a goodbye to anyone. She was lily who could not accept the storms of life. The poet wrote to paper.
I remember you beautiful Cheryl and I pray your curious eyes and beautiful mind found a safe place where you are happy.
Coyote

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you need to read thru it again and fix a few typo's maybe only 2 - one is - He listen - should be - He Listened to her Song - the other one I caught is later - where are happy - needs to be where you are happy. Lovely - she sounds a lot like the first girl I loved - and her name was Cheryl - years later she married a best friend of mine from years before - and all three of us were best of chums on Wilber ST in Wyoming Michigan - south of Grand Rapids MI. lovely piece - I loved - She loved his face, his laughter that made her feel beautiful again. She loved how he looked at her. Made her feel good, hopeful and wanted. He listen to her song and he made feel special. She weaved a story of a impossibility and they found - there was nothing hidden about ours - she was just too young - and so was I , I guess - I have a lovely family and Wally and Cheryl were happy together til she died a couple years back - and Wally fell of the wagon - had been clean and sober for 19 years he said - but after getting back with him last summer - last I heard he fought his way back and had been sober of a couple months - he's Playin' and writin' some tunes - we got a chance to play and sing together - him on guitar and singin' and me on a little blues harp and harpin some background vocals for him. My sister ended up marrying Wally's cousin and she was really close to Cheryl too - for years and years. take care Coyote - pray Spirit Rain Down - SPirit Rain Down - Lift Us - my latest write just this Morning for Solstice don't ya know.

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2 Years Ago

Thank you my kind friend for helping and reading. I do appreciate.



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That was intensely beautiful... you've given her and those moments a true renewed life. Well done.

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Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Thank you Travis for reading and the comment. We must remember the people who are forgotten.
you need to read thru it again and fix a few typo's maybe only 2 - one is - He listen - should be - He Listened to her Song - the other one I caught is later - where are happy - needs to be where you are happy. Lovely - she sounds a lot like the first girl I loved - and her name was Cheryl - years later she married a best friend of mine from years before - and all three of us were best of chums on Wilber ST in Wyoming Michigan - south of Grand Rapids MI. lovely piece - I loved - She loved his face, his laughter that made her feel beautiful again. She loved how he looked at her. Made her feel good, hopeful and wanted. He listen to her song and he made feel special. She weaved a story of a impossibility and they found - there was nothing hidden about ours - she was just too young - and so was I , I guess - I have a lovely family and Wally and Cheryl were happy together til she died a couple years back - and Wally fell of the wagon - had been clean and sober for 19 years he said - but after getting back with him last summer - last I heard he fought his way back and had been sober of a couple months - he's Playin' and writin' some tunes - we got a chance to play and sing together - him on guitar and singin' and me on a little blues harp and harpin some background vocals for him. My sister ended up marrying Wally's cousin and she was really close to Cheryl too - for years and years. take care Coyote - pray Spirit Rain Down - SPirit Rain Down - Lift Us - my latest write just this Morning for Solstice don't ya know.

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2 Years Ago

Thank you my kind friend for helping and reading. I do appreciate.
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What a beautiful tribute to a lady who was confined in a self- made hell. Only a true gentleman can discover the true beauty, inside out, and can make her feel special. So her passing would touch you it's obvious.... And you wrote a love worthy tribute for her.... Thank you for sharing this

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Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

She left my world many years ago. She disappeared alone and far away. Us poets and writers must keep.. read more
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2 Years Ago

Yes, we must keep them alive by our writing ... We should not allow time to engulf their memory.... .. read more
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

We must dear friend.
This was a lovely yet sad telling tribute..You were a light in her darkness even if it was just for a time. You saw her for who truly is under the weight of her hell. truly a rare and remarkable thing.


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Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Thank you dear ladysue. We learn too late. some people walk on a line of thread.
You made her feel special. You appreciated her. You saw through her hell hole and saw the flower who loved silk and lace. Not many would be able to do that. That tells me you are special too. Sad ending, but you remember another side of her.

Chris

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Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Thank you dear Chris. Some people seem to find the hell-bound road only.

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