Ancient floors
Ancient floors
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Ancient floors
In the mirrors of time.
Old windows may never be closed.
Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.
The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of kind and beautiful faces.
Faces who words are tattoos on my mind and heart.
Easy to languish in stagnant thoughts when peace is cold beer, lust and waiting for mercy.
No mercy for men who played the bastard too damn well.
Men who live with graveyard poetry.
That lead to no-where but to dirt and dust.
Their words become more worthless with time.
No sweet lullaby can save them.
Vintage memories of sweet whispers leave a morbid reminder.
Of broken roads and promises.
Old man sit on the solitude of the sand.
Watching the sea.
Knowing no forgiveness or charity for a man who left a blood trail of kind and loving people.
The bells are ringing in the distance.
They are ringing the bells to announce. There is forgiveness even for the men drowning
in sin and his own greed.
I try to escape the song of bells.
Run to the hills where I can find silence and calm.
Fall into the field of lilies and violets.
I’m weary from a journey with no ending.
I look to the sky.
Asked the Goddess of the Earth.
To show me the place I need to be.
Tire and mad as hell.
I walk ancient floors.
Trying to find the place I turn berserker to love and kindness.
I go toward the ringing bells.
I walk to the statue in the center of the church court.
A man reaching to a child.
The words read. ” No greater gift then reaching down to a child and giving them hope and strength.”
It is a beautiful day today.
The sun is shining.
I can smell the coffee in the distance.
The old street Poet will drink coffee and write a lullaby about a man who wasted all things.
He awoke alone to find out. No person want to die alone.
Come a time.
When you cannot run any more.
A man must learn to cherish friendship and love. A man who served self only: booze and woman:
War and government will be forgotten and leave nothing but a lonely grave.
Coyote
2012
© 2012 Coyote Poetry
This is an excellent poem, very deep meaning and thoughts here. And I look forward to coming back to read some more!
Suzy
Your words are filled with layers of darkness and struggle, mixed with perseverance and empowerment. This is beautiful. One of those pieces that you cannot write unless you’ve lived it. Many blessings.
Thank you for the comment. Life teaches us to appreciate the people who allowed us in for a time.
Thank you for your beauty with words. And thank you too for visiting my blog. Your work is outstanding. I will follow you. Michele
Thank you Michele for the kind words. I do appreciate.
so true …
“Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.”
You are right. Thank you for the comment.
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Thank you for the kind words and the nomination.
you are so welcome!!
A very powerful poem… can take a long time to be at peace with ourselves but with age comes wisdom. A terrific write.
You are correct. Most of us must learn the hard way. Thank you for the comment.
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Thank you for the nomination. I do appreciate.
You are welcome!
With age, wisdom does not always follow. With you, it does. Great job.
Thank you for the comment. Some people can keep running in the wrong direction. A wise person tried not to repeat the same mistakes.
Very thought provoking, so much so that I will return to read it again and again.
Thank you for the comment. Old age make us wiser and know where we should be.
Wow…..an amazingly intuitive and perceptive poem….cleverly done….
Celeste
Thank you for the comment. Old age allowed us to look back and see the good and the bad done in a life.
Very powerful poem! Deeply expressed and some very beautiful lines throughout including:
Faces who words are tattoos on my mind and heart.
In the mirrors of time.
Old windows may never be closed.
Thank you for the comment. Life teaches us to appreciate the right things. Just hope it is not too late.
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such an awesome poem,it’s darkness is very beautiful and very much understood by me.
very much understood by me…especially living graveyard poetry.
Graveyard poetry is sort of sad. I like to dig up old writers. Read their words and thoughts. I believe a writer’s goal is to be remembered. Thank you for your comment.
John I find this particularly profound. I would like to reblog it to House of Heart. Would you be ok with that?
“It is a beautiful day today.
The sun is shining.
I can smell the coffee in the distance.
The old street Poet will drink coffee and write a lullaby about a man who wasted all things.
He awoke alone to find out. No person want to die alone.
Come a time.
When you cannot run any more.
A man must learn to cherish friendship and love. A man who served self only: booze and woman:
War and government will be forgotten and leave nothing but a lonely grave.”
Coyote
2012
Heart
I would be honor. I like my poetry to reach other. This poem is one of my favorites. Old age allowed us to look back. Thank you for reading and the comment.
this is so very deep John!
some scars always hurt.
Thank you for your comment and sharing your poetry.
we should always remember that love, friendship is far more precious than lot of other things in this world after which we run.
Thank you for the many kind comments. I do appreciate. I hope and pray for peace. The children need a better world then we have today.
Tells a good story about the choices we make.
I tell people. We learn by mistakes. A wise person tried not to repeat the mistakes. Thank you for reading. I do appreciate.
You are a good poet! This is a very meaningful and beautiful poem.
Thank you for your kind words. Age teaches us to be wiser and kinder.
‘The old street Poet will drink coffee and write a lullaby about a man who wasted all things.’ – I love that line – that’s the thing about writing you live the first half of your life on fast forward and the second half writing about it…
Few can learn from other mistake. Most of us must learn the hard way. Thank you for the comment.
Yeah, I’m a hard way kind of girl… Always envious of those people that seem to never have made any and have it all figured out (if they really exist ;~D).
Thanks, John, for reading my poem/s. I like “Fall into the field of lilies and violets.” in Ancient Floors. Keep writing!
Thank you for stopping by and reading.
Very beautiful…deeply touching. A man who has found the truth.
Hard to learn. Must know joy of birth of child and love for many to know real peace. Thank you for your comment.