Slow down...

Beautiful Imany made me write the poem.

                                               Slow down...

Messed up life, messed up days and messed up nights.

Now the quiet nights making me turn into a madman.

I hear the whispers of kind people telling me.

Slow down Johnnie, please slow down Johnnie.

Stop and think.

Find the sea, find the deep forest.

Pray to the Goddess of nature.

Once wild man forgot his dreams and

he see a stranger looking back in the mirror.

Once he loved love, once he wanted to find new cities.

Now he linger in distance memories and he became old.

He hear the whispers in the dark.

Kind voice of a gentle woman,

who held his hands and she told him.

Slow down my love, Slow down my beautiful man.

Let's find the sea and please whisper my name to the night.

Maybe we need less, Johnnie?

Maybe we have what we need?

Once poet of the light became the poet of the dark.

And he wonder. Did Hemingway get tire?

He closes his eyes and he remember his dear grandmother telling him.

Johnnie, please slow down. Life is more than minutes.

Life is months, life is years.

Do what you can. This will be enough.

The mad poet went to Lake St. Clair and he pray to St. Clara de Pobre.

Dear Clara, thank you for the lake. Thank you for a safe place to gather my thoughts.

I will do better.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Writergurl]

Let's find the sea and please whisper my name to the night.
Maybe we need less, Johnnie?
Maybe we have what we need?
Once poet of the light became the poet of the dark.
And he wonder. Did Hemingway get tire?

I really enjoyed this write so much, especially this part.
love your imagery you write with

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend. I appreciate the comment.

[jaide]

"Once poet of the light became the poet of the dark." i felt this on a whole other level. we take for granted the time we have the mindset to write about how good life is until we cant write about it anymore

[D. Mansfield]

I used to hear those very words alot. My mother used to say I looked like I was "killing snakes". Once an employer said as he fired me for the 2nd or 3rd time," Dan you only work 3 days a week, you outsell anyone on the company, but my God I can't have you blowing in here like a tornado, it disrupts everything" loved the poem

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. A tornado?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think Hemingway had incredible stamina...but even he got tired at times. Thus, less is more became his mantra.
The lake, your poetry, Coyote
you take us safely even to the darkest places.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob. Hemingway is a great USA character. He did everything he could do.

[DIVYA]

This poem about a man's life is so relatable. We realize how we wasted precious moment, months and years. We should have been so grateful for our little blessings, so grateful for that lake. Your words are precious, my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Divya. I appreciate the comment. Man or woman. We will be tested.