Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte)

Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me.

                           Wildflowers dream      (For Brigitte)

Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn't fair. Need the unities of two people living and dying for the want and need of love. The balance of love is held by the threads of tender words and a thousand kisses.  Neglected love is dying love. Dying love is like a runaway train to hell. No place to go except tears and loneliness.

I lost my first love in the late Winter of 1978. I went into hiding for months and I learned love was painful and can falter. Leaving me with the education. All love wasn't true. I went crazy for awhile than I started running. I ran six to eight miles a day and I free climbed every hill or mountain near. I lived in a apartment in Sindelfingen, Germany.

It was early Spring and the warm days were arriving. I was sitting amidst the new Spring wildflowers. I was dead to all pleasure except writing and running. My true love was gone and I needed only my pen and paper. I have quit  drinking and I was waiting for something or someone to give me hope again.

The wildflowers were amazing, colorful and alive. I heard a voice and I turned and I saw Brigitte near. Sweet Brigitte, a sweet and kind friend for many years came to me looking pissed off and sad. She asked. Where have you been? I told her. I was okay. She asked me. I heard you went crazy. The Army wanted to kick you out. You were fighting and drinking?  I stood up and hugged her. I told her. The Army Doctors gave me good medicine. I quit taking them after three days. Better to be mad than numb. I run now. Six to eight miles a day. I qualifies for the Army running team in Europe. I'm fine.

Dear Brigitte cradle me like a baby and she told me. She was no good. You deserved better. Why didn't you come to me? I searched for you. I would of took care of you. I told her. I wanted nothing. What can be done with leftovers?

Brigitte kissed my face and lips. She held me tightly in a deadly silence. I watched the wildflowers dance in the wind. I embraced her and I told her. I have nothing left. What can you do with me?

She whispered to me. You have me and I have you. I want to make you laugh, sing and dance again. I want us to drink good beer and wine till dawn and I want your body near me and safe.  I saw love and kindness in her teary eyes.

I told her. I would try my Brigitte. Thank you beautiful Brigitte. You are my wildflower dream today and forever.

         Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Neglected love is dying love. Dying love is like a runaway train to hell. No place to go except tears and loneliness.

Another splendid and expressive write. I can't help think your writes would make a wonderful tv show … a long the lines of red shoe diaries.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. The old poetry feel like ancient history of someone else.

[Pryde Foltz]

Time as a way of making things feel like that:)

[Frieda P]

Another enthralling piece Coyote, wildflowers are my favorite, so you had me at first glance, it just got better....and 'wildflowers dancing in the wind', ...sigh, young love tends to linger in our minds forever. Enchanté!

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to be young. Hope is still with us. Thank you Frieda for reading and the comment.

[Frieda P]

Not so young anymore, just in my heart, my pleasure John.

[Moonie]

Beautiful, enchanting and oh so romantic.i especially love the last line. A brilliant finish. Love never dies my friend, it just fades sometimes, only to resurface again.:)) thank you for this lovely poem =)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and comment. Love become more precious and special with old age.

[joshua deathdealer]

An angel sent to help you through a very trying time and I smiled at your responses to her. Very strong. I thoroughly enjoyed this poem and the story inside. Thank you for sharing these moments with us all John.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Joshua. I appreciate the comment. We are send Angels.

[Lyn Anderson]

Your poetry truly is a unique blend of story and soul. A book -- you must, a best seller, with drawings, and photos -- I will help you edit it. Your story needs to be out there, somewhere, sorry, I prattle on, like a teenager with a crush. Imagine the rumours, with the way I carry on about some of the writers in here ...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Next year. I will need help with some books. I'm re-writing most of my old stuff.

[Lyn Anderson]

I will definitely help.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you.

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

How sweet of you to do this for a old love Wow seems you had quite a Adventure
in the service Bless you heart your have such a Beautiful and Romantic heart and I
love reading your work my friend.


You surprise me ever time with something different every time.

I would have some of these memories written down if I didn't remember
them all but I have a good memory seems you do too I just have to get the ones
that are hard to remember when you were just a Baby I was a funny child and a
handful at times but not too bad my mother said I was a good child I kept her on
her toes LOL...


thank you fro this lovely piece and your kind review and comment.


I simply loved this last Stanza's line pure Genius.

I told her. I would try my Brigitte. Thank you beautiful Brigitte. You are my wildflower dream today and forever.



Blessings. kindred poet

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kindred poet. We never forget the kind people. Good friends are never forgotten.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

You're very welcome. it's my pleasure always. blessings. kindred poet

[poetdoug]

You have excellent memory recall and have managed to get it all down in prose.
What a colorful talent that is.
Thanks for letting us in on it my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Doug. I appreciate the comment.

[Stephen]

Replace the line ... "I would OF took care of you" WITH ... "I would HAVE took care of you." The rest of .. all is fine.

I won`t consider this write a poem but a story write which reveals the piece of a truth in words. You know what? Once it was a time .. an old time when the people knew the value .. the real dominance of faithful love. You`re blessed with love, pal. In today`s age, I don`t find such a love may be ...the people`ve lost all the perceptions to look around the world with faith because of this wicked picked sicked so freaked brutal desire of feelings.

I believe, the success .. even though the love`s at our feet but we all have lost the mechanism of kicking it outta a bit!! In the world of L-O-V-E, We`re all already "OFF-TRACKED!!" But this magnificent story makes me feel the real essence of real love indeed. Excellent Work!!

Congratulations!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Stephen and the help. I do appreciate.