Truth and knowing peace

Just words and thinking too much

               Truth and knowing peace

Sober mornings leave the careless men with decaying love, to swim in fatal decisions and regret.

The false flattery turn white love to black love. The naked light of a new day leave arrogance men to learn. He had defaced love and left her to die.

The Poet try not to play the martyr or lawyer in love. He will disguise real emotion that was freely given without accounting for the adamant of the ending.

Love will flourish on the warm days of May. Charming smiles and temptation of pure white skin are the bewitching view to make old Poet wish for the glimpses of illuminated love. Spring in the incense and the aroma of hope and possibility.

Old Poet told the destine man who wasted kiss and embrace.  Love is appreciated when it is gone.  Lonely and foolish men learn to mourn for the muses who awoke their heart and mind. There is no return ship to revive dead and buried love.

The man told the Poet. She had the clearest blue eyes like a wild and free river. Her lips tasted of sweet wine and I left her for the unknown. Not knowing her  kiss would become the landscape of my dreams.

Old Poet poured the whiskey in the stranger's cup and told him. After you abandon love and swam in regret and learn .  Love is life. Life is love. Without knowing love. We have known nothing.


                              Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. A new poem.

Reviews

[A]

I loved your poem, It reflects a lot of what we feel as ages pass and memories grow. To embrace what we have learned and live with what we have left behind. The poem made me ache for the old Poet, the questions of live forever unanswered. Nicely done.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Audrey. I appreciate the comment. Regret make us wiser.

[Stephen]

~~ Love is appreciated when it is gone ~~ Nice line.
I enjoyed reading this write, it`s really a good theme to think in a way about love ~~ feeling fragrances of it all of day. Lovely write!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Stephen. I appreciate the comment.

[joshua deathdealer]

This cuts like a knife and heals at the same time. I've always tried to stay in the memories, afraid that they would fade but they don't. They are alive in us. They live on through our actions and where our lessons from them take us. Amazing poetry. Truly.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Joshua. I have been reading the ancient writers. Dryden, Virgil and Jack London had made me think a bit,