The Stormy Sea

When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive.

                        The stormy sea


The beauty of the Monterey bay.
Leave us feeling peaceful and thankful.


The Poets read at the Pacific Grove coffee shop tonight.
The 20 or so people enjoy hearing the words of the Poet's
willing to share their words.


Six Poets old and young after the reading share some wine
and beer on the cliffs of Pacific Groves.


The cliffs are amazing.
Can see for miles the powerful Pacific ocean.
In the daytime.
Whales swim by in the distance.


I'm 34 years old.
I feel like a century in age.
Young girl sit at my feet.
She read poetry of suicide and cutting.
I read my poetry of my brothers.
killed by their own hands.


She is holding my hand.
Tells me life has become a useless journey.
25 years old.
Condemn to sadness and destitute by bad decisions.


I try to dilute her pain and affliction with stories
of possibilities and a new day.


We walk the beach of Monterey.
We watch the waves dance upon the shore.
The melody of the breezes whisper secrets of
Lovers who walk before us.


Only the ocean and the moon know the secret of
passion and sadness hidden safely.


I watch her run into the cold ocean water.
Her red silk dress and bare feet.
Her long brown hair flowing in the wind.
So beautiful.


She ask me.
Her blue eyes searching my eyes.
Would you stay with me? Then smiles.
I wrote a poem for you.


                  Open the door to my heart.
                  Night has fallen.
                  Let's ascend slowly.
                  Dance with me under the 
                  Monterey moon.


                  Let's remove the barricade
                  of disappointment.
                  Even if we are just
                  a mirage.
                  Please entice my heart to
                  come alive.

I tell her.
I blunder and betrays many in the emotion of love.
You are exquisite and so beautiful.
Your kiss would be a elixir to open my heart.


She smile and pull me up.
She bring her warm body against me.
We dance the waltz of dreams and hope.
The music of the waves are our orchestral.
The wind whisper a sweet love song.


She begin with gentle and sweet kiss.
Her body tremble with fear as her wall of 
fear begin to fall apart.
Longer and sweeter kisses lead us to opening
new dreams.


The light of morning.
Two strangers. Now friends.
Open new doors to emotion and love.


Her eyes are bright and hopeful.
She ask me is it too late to know love?
To swim in the real passion and desire?


I smile and bring her close.
I tell her.
We must rise from the ash and asphalt.


I have tasted your sweet lips.
Now neither night or sleep will keep me
from trying to bring joy and laughter into your life.


My sweet and sad Poet.

I want your dreams to  flourish to hope

and great possibility.

I whisper.
Love take time and kindness.




                      Coyote
                   1 August 2009














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Author's Note

A old poem from good days when I was able to roam the coastline.

Reviews

[Gandré]

I so envy you (positively) for your living near the ocean. Even it is an older poem, it is timeless.. Water is what always has been, it's ancient.. and that you kept your romantic heart through the years dealing with military is amazing. I say also, outstanding poem. Like how it made me dream.

[Chantel]

This is absolutely beautiful!
I live in the Pacific Northwest, very close to the ocean, and I love your discriptions of the sea. My favorite part:

"The melody of the breezes whisper secrets of
Lovers who walk before us.


Only the ocean and the moon know the secret of
passion and sadness hidden safely."

I could hear the wind and the waves as I read this. And the story of two lovers within that setting is very romantic and beautiful. Amazing write!!! :)

[Sara]

oh, wow, achingly romantic... *sigh* victorioromantic mentioned liking the poem-within-a-poem technique, and i whole-heartedly agree (must not steal idea, must not steal idea!) because that little mini-poem is just beautiful: it's just so short and sweet, but still manages to encapsulate the wistful tone of the entire poem as a whole. i also love the alliteration 'monterey moon' -- it's fun to say aloud :)

[Amber "Victoriomantic" ..]

Beautiful words. The poem-within-a-poem is a very lovely technique, and entwined the two of you as poets together. As usual your use of imagery and pace left me quite breathless. I love the way you depict romance in your poetry and, if memory serves me correctly, you often seem to combine the beach with romance, which makes a great metaphor. The solid land providing anchorage combined with the freedom of the sea, meeting at one boundary is most definitely an accurate depiction of love. Wonderful work.

[KalebG (Cry Faux)]

very lovely, i like the part about remembering loved ones from long ago, but recently my friend who i love, her aunt had died and i also felt close to her heart and i felt her sadness, as i was so in love with her, i had gave her a card at prom to heal her pain and i also pray for her every day. ha you just inspired me to write a poem!

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Very sad but passionate write...So many who have the gift of poet are plagued by depression or depressive thought patterns...You descriptiveness of the area and the person brought a picture to my mind....Keep the creative pen flowing..Sunflower

[SamBug]

This was so very good. :)

[Saskia Liddick]

Twas another amazing poem, Coyote, I'm feeling inspired, time to pick up a pen and start writing, writing something new maybe, or finish something old. Than you again for inspiring words and fantastic story telling.
- Liefde, Saskia

[Francez]

The story in this poem is touching and uplifting, bringing hope to the souls that had been broken. Indeed, "We must rise from the ash and asphalt" and see the possibilities in life. Good job!

[ClosingAccount]

Very unique

[Madana Dookieram]

i feel this - thanks