A letter

Kind words of love can save a life. In a letter. Sweet words can reopen hope and possibilities.

                          













                       










                                     A letter

Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive.

When we parachute blind into love.
Even a renegade spirit can be broken.
I tried to hide my misery in good cognac and Germany wine.
I allowed myself to fall into a delusional state where I didn't give a s**t
about anything.

In the belligerent belief of alcohol state.
Foolish men believe they can forget beautiful faces
and destroy good memories.

I wished I could tear apart my mind and heart.
Closing the wounds with the fire of hate.

The paradox of life is fair.
Memories will rebirth and allow the cuts to bleed again.
I can hurt myself with pity and still be left in the waste of things lost
and never to be found again.

I found myself alone on a lonely hill in the field of early Spring wild flowers.
Holding my good cognac  and swimming in insanity and wild thoughts.
I opened a letter from a friend of many years.

She wrote of love. She wrote of how she needed me back home in  Michigan.
She wrote she loved me for many years. She wrote she knew I was coming home soon.
She wanted us to meet.

I put the cognac down. Left the field of wild flowers.
I knew the words were just sweet whispers of dreams and possibilities of love.

I whispered sweet Julie.
"Are the words just more cuts  to a broken heart or a savior to stop a man
from committing self suicide?"

I found peace and hope in her sweet words.
I dreamed  my kind friend was waiting to heal a broken man.
Sweet Julie somehow knew I was lost.

Only new love and hope can heal the pain of a broken heart.
Pain can be released only with tender touches of love and kind words.

I still had my pen and paper to keep me sane.
I wrote.

"Love can lead you to paradise and hell.
We must join the dance to know pleasure and misery."

                               Coyote
                              2012




 




 

Author's Note

Finally a new poem. Any errors. Please assist a old man.

Reviews

[Michael X]

wow, the passion is subtle and electric, this poem holds life lesson as art
when poetry is born of the need to expressed an enlightened creation,
to know the pain of suffering, sorrow then understanding then joy.
brilliantly work, I really like this poem, it's epic in heart and vulnerbility ^_^

[khalid]

the poem is wonderful and i dont think i can add so much more than the previous reviews made by great poets, i just want to say, please stop calling yourself as an old man because it is not age that can decide if the person is old or still young, it is what you feel in your heart that can decide it. since you write such sweet lovely poems, i see you as a very young man, many younger men than you have older hearts.

[D. L. Vaccaro]

Talk about a perfect ending to a piece that really draws you in and takes you on a journey... WOW. A truly amazing poem. Keep writing. With age comes Wisdom... and your voice now is so much wiser than your earlier work, in a good way. It's hard to improve a solid, good product, but you have done so in this piece. 100/100. Love it.

[Kuhr Gred]

no errors :) .. i like it the way you express your feeling.. just like your talking who someone read your poem.. excellent write :)
- Kuhr Gred

[Pax]

indeed a beautiful poem that speaks of taking chances and recovering from misery. i love this, you describe misery in such wonderful words that anger a little faded in the poem. well done.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Yes, how painful like really is. How we all just want someone to love us and care for us. That is what is so healing. Kind words that are heartfelt can and do go a long way. This is truly impressive writing, very emotional.

[marytownsend]

This is simply beautiful, sometimes old friends, old loves are the only ones who understand us enough to save us. How many of us wouldn't be here without that lifeline? Great writing!!

[Revery]

How we all yearn for this. Saved by love, in the eleventh hour. Great write.

[Shay]

This is so beautiful, love the flow of words

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A highly carressing piece that negates love and passion in one sense, well done, good read my love.

[allie_arrowz]

this is gorgeous.
i especially loved, "i wished i could tear apart my mind and heart"
cause that's exactly what you want to do.