Delicate wings...

The kindness of love, the kindness of friendship. We need.

Delicate wings

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

 Some people are more tender than others. 

                             Delicate wings....

Beautiful Lizzy, please allow me in.
Her word and beauty memorized me.
Woman who strip down their true colors and show you what is
hidden beneath her clothing and her fear.
They are rare and delicate ladies.

Many skeletons for us to hide.
Few perfect people.
We are just flesh and bone trying to understand our life and journey.
All of us cling to thing lost and cannot be found.

First kiss, first love embrace and the first dance.
They are  printed into our mind and heart.
It is a sad world dear Lizzy Elizabeth.
Hard to forget bad places and things, we done.
I believe the hard places teach us to appreciate the good places today.

When I see you. I saw delicate wings struggling to fly.
I see beauty bursting out and I know.
You will be okay. If you need a friend to listen.
Johnnie can be found.

We are fragments of many things dear friend.
Live and learn. Dance and sing. Laugh and cry.
Make the world know you are alive.

Hard to be a perfect Angel. We must do our best.

                         Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. A re-write.

Reviews

[DIVYA]

"We are just flesh and bone trying to understand our life and journey."

These words touch me deeply. There is something so sad about these words. A lot of introspection goes into them. We do good and bad things. We are human and we feel for it all. The beauty of it is that we keep learning and I love that if needed, Johnnie can be found. Our friends are our best angels.

Every poem of yours offers me a new perspective on life, love and living. Thank you for sharing, dear Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Divya for reading. The girl in the poem needed a friend. Someone to sit with. All of us need someone to listen to us, show us. We don't walk alone.

[DIVYA]

You are welcome, dear Coyote.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... Passions ae meant to renew your Soul.
Affections are meant to be shared. gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Pat. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[andrew mitchell]

This happens often a possible girl of your dreams but the girl is torn from a previous lover so you become the fall guy, the best friend to help her along until she is ready to fly the coup once more leaving you behind, a Good Samaritan scenario.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Never fall in love with a broken heart angel. Thank you Andrew for reading and the comment.

[Elaine]

I love how you SEE her - and offer authenticity as well as encouragement. Reality of what is, yet hope is woven through. What we need in others is here - thank you for this lovely write.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. We need kind people who will hold our hands and tell us. You are going be okay. We need more friends dear Elaine. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

The life itself is the most fragile thing in the world. A butterfly's wing, a morning breeze. Look out for the warm sunset and cold, bright stars on the sky.

Great work, John.

Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Sarah for reading and the comment. You are right. The butterfly's wings. Very fragile.

[Laz K.]

This piece feels spontaneous and sincere. Some say love is a "numbers game" - just keep trying till "the one" comes along. There's truth in this idea, but I guess the poetically minded ones hang on to the idea that there's more at work than statistics in this regard. This piece describes the longing that I'm afraid science can't quantify or measure.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Laz. Love can feel like a number game. I have six sisters and three daughters. I believe women decide love or not. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Amber Stone]

beauty exists, and resides in all nature of beings, in every detail: beauty resides in the eyes of those who know and admire it, no matter how much we might have learnt, how good or bad or wise or ignorant we might seem. it doesn't matter if we are not perfect, that is what we do on Earth day by day: we all learn, precisely HERE lies our humanity. thank you Coyote, for sharing this and for reminding us of the beauty in the delicate wings of free will.

sincerely, Amber

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear Amber Stone. "The beauty in the delicate wings of free will." Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[willweb]

Once again your heart holds your pen and it show in the love and affection that always seem to find their way into your work. Beautiful my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you John. I appreciate the comment my friend.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John… we were created to embrace Love… just as a Butterfly has delicate Wings… we sing Lullabies. We dance among the Scent of flowers … forever and ever… Amen… Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat. I agree. We can see love or seek hate. Always better to seek love.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I just love your writing and this is no exception beautiful John

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Julie. I appreciate the kind words.