Flesh and bones.
Flesh and bones
(Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.)
I fell from the top of the mountain.
I stood with so many victories.
I realized too late.
There don’t mean too much.
Beautiful young woman sitting between my legs.
She looked up.
“Told me it don’t matter anyway.
We are only flesh and bones.”
I sit by the ocean.
Watching the power and her beauty.
The ocean is heartless.
So dangerous and tempting.
Woman with sad eyes sat with me.
She wished she was a better person.
I told her.
“We are but flesh and bones.
In time we will fade away to distance memories.”
I gave everything away.
I roamed with the poets and the musicians.
We sat late at night together on lonely Monterey beaches.
Drinking and talking of things that was and were to be.
The singer sang a love song.
When he is done.
He told me.
“Love don’t really mean too much.
We are but flesh and bones.”
Just here awhile to try to celebrate being alive.
We danced and ran down the lonely beaches.
We said a pray to our God.
For one more day to be alive and free.
For we are but flesh and bones.
Coyote
, Sept 2008
I love this poem and its story and the photo of the song of the sea
fine and moving writing as always John.
A old poem. Good to be young and fearless once. Thank you for reading.
Love this one John, made me smile
People get too excited over small things. Need to look at our life with proper vision. Thank you for the comment.
Lovely, but I must ask. Are you referring to Mexico or California with Monterey? I realize there’s a difference in the spelling but I still have to ask. My heart belongs to Monterey/Carmel.
Monterey/Carmel. I was station at Fort Ord, Ca. for three years in 1992-1994. A beautiful place to live. Thank you for reading and the comment.
I spent 13 wonderful years at Fort Ord. It broke my heart when closure hit and for the sake of my career, I had in too many years to leave government work behind. It was a rude awakening to go from Monterey/Carmel to Washington DC. My husband, an artist in multiple mediums was active in the local communities even before he retired from the military in the ’80s. I always teased him that he was never in the real army – he was in hotels where they turned down the sheets and left a chocolate on the pillow. I always thought we’d retire to Monterey/Carmel for retirement but such is not the case. I still refer to it as God’s country!
I agree. Monterey/.Carmel is God’s country. I wish to visit again. A very costly place to live.