In the field of perfection A Poem by Coyote Poetry Perfect place, rarely knowns. In the field of perfection I wished upon the first star of the new night, I wished for warm Spring… Continue reading
A wonderful poem shared by a talented writer.
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With my salty wet skin slipping naked between ocean sheets and your arms, you saw all my scars, my clipped wings and still you set me free…
Secret love and hidden memories. I saw her face today.Made me wander back in time.Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near.The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his… Continue reading
We need easy days and kind evenings my love My pretty lady, my life, my love. The world is hard and we need to be sweet to each other. Too many naysayers and… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in his… Continue reading