The stormy sea.
The Stormy Sea
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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 me 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 sat at my feet.
She read poetry of suicide and cutting.
I read my poetry of my brothers and life.
She is holding my hand.
Told me” life has become a useless journey.”
25 years old.
Condemned 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 watched 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 watched her run into the cold ocean water.
Her red silk dress and bare feet in my view.
Her long brown hair flowing in the gentle wind.
So beautiful.
She asked me.
Her blue eyes searching my eyes.
“Would you stay with me? “Then she smiles and told me.
“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 told her.
“I blunder and betrays many in the emotion of love.
You are exquisite and so beautiful.
Your kiss would be an elixir to open my heart.”
She smile and pulled me up.
She brought 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 begins 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 asked me”Is it too late to know love?
To swim in the real passion and want?”
I smiled and brought her close.
I told 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.”
Young girl with smile of an Angel whisper.
“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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That is beautiful, John!
This is so beautiful and full of love and life.John,. beautifully expressed the value of dreams..without them,no inspiration and without all these,life seems colourless and futile.. the motivation lies in love in dreaming and getting inspired. Love the way you use a conversation to depict this.
Absolutely beautiful
Thank you for the kind words. The old poetry bring back the good memories.
A very passionate and thrilling poem. You are very good at this medium!
Beautiful. I loved this poem
Thank you for the comment. Good days are never forgotten. I wished I had time for poetry readings and conversations.