Flesh and bones..A Poem by Coyote PoetryAugust new poetry number twelve. A re-write.Flesh and bones… I fell from the top of the mountain and I stood with so many victories. Beautiful young woman sitting between my legs. She looked up. I sat by the ocean. Watching the 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. In time we will fade away to distance memories. 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 the lonely beaches. We said a prayer to our God. For one more day to be alive and free. For we are but flesh and bones. Coyote © 2022 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 6, 2022 Last Updated on August 6, 2022 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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