The lost and found

When love is misplaced. hard to find again.

                     The lost and found

I loved the Monterey  nights.  I would walk from Fort Ord, California to downtown Monterey nightly. The beach was empty till Seaside. The entrance to the Pacific was always  scattered with people. I always stopped and talks with a fellow writer by the Seaside ocean entrance. She would show-up at the poetry readings, read her two poems and escape into the night. She learn to like my time with her  by the sea. She called me the dark and crazed Poet. I called her my sad eyes angel.

She was a New Jersey beauty who left home because of abuse. She rarely talks of home. I told her often. Better to allow the bad memories to lay dead. Don't help us to be fixed or be healed. She told me often. She was in the lost and found. Wasn't looking to be found or anything near. She accepted the solitude and tenure of the safety of being forgotten and left alone by the sea.

I told her the deep sea hide things wanting to be hidden.  Sooner or later, a great storm brings all things to surface. Even the deep waters and the hidden bays must come to light.

She looked to my eyes and she told me. "I'm near the sea to seek calm. I'm not seeking pinnacles of love  glory or wanting someone to worship or need me. I'm more siren than muse. My hands and body are drenched in blood of broken promises and my lips steal and borrow till I need love no-more. Love isn't a blessing and my loins are never content. Women who know and need deep thrusts of passion and to increase their hunger with every kiss and embrace. Are just sirens waiting for desperate men."

I laughed at her words and I told her. Sirens and monsters are the most of us. Some of us are lovers of love. Some of us love the beauty of perfect eyes, the robust women who dance to song and whispered  sweet tale of erotic dance bringing men to their knees. Love is twisted. People confuse sexual bliss with love. They are two different places. Sexual bliss is a need that grow with every touch till we cannot know the perfect ending no-more. Love is people who talk, hold hands and have concern for another. Love take time and understanding. My dear lady in the lost and found. If you don't want to be found. You won't.

She laughed at me and she told me. "You bring me tequila and lemon. You allowed me to rest against you in the cold of the Winter nights and you hold my hand as we walk. You never try to take what I would give freely. I know you are a fearless man. You don't fear the night or the sea. I watched you suicide board in the Winter storms. Your poetry of dead things not forgotten make me cry.  I see in your eyes. Kindness, not pity. This is why I allow you near."

Pretty poet laid against me by the entrance of the ocean near the Seaside entrance. I told her. I came here to the Pacific to heal too dear poet. Life isn't fair or easy. Easy to create walls of protection. Harder to climb the walls. Learn to live again. We will be okay. We have the sea and a fresh lemons and a bottle  of good tequila. We will drink the Devil juice and dance for the stars and the moon tonight.

                        Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

A new prose poem. I hope you like.

Reviews

[the writer of woe]

I love the length. It's definitely worth the read. I only wish I could become the writer you are. Your pieces just have that. . . Weird emotional feel. They're certainly my kind of poetry. I love the way you put your heart into everything and how much it comes from pure emotions. At least, that's the way I see it. It's so dramatic and definitely takes a toll on my heart. The way you write, I mean.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Real life lead us to good and bad places. I tell the young people. Take notes and write of the great adventures.

[Valentine]

Rather than just forget and store away old memories. Pick up pen and paper and write them away. Valentine

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

This poem flowed so well, Coyote. I love these new pieces of yours that are told through the first person. It makes it so personal. You are amazing at creating a connection between the speaker and the audience. Keep it up, my friend!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Michael. I appreciate the comment.

[Jimmy Yetts]

A treasure trove of poetry, wisdom and just plain common sense. Could, perhaps, be fairly summed up as profound love-of-life.
Extremely impressive poetic account, C--very impressive, indeed!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Frankie. I appreciate the comment.

[Rosalind Gale]

Lovely. I am in California just now (for a while) and I have heard much about Monterey. You cast a moving shadow. I love how your lines feel like waves, perhaps that is the love inherent in the poem, washing over me. Thanks John, for this gleaming poem, thoughtful and serene.

[Coyote Poetry]

You must visit Monterey and Pacific groves. In Pacific Grove can watch the whale going back and fore. Sea lion are loud at the pier. Next year I will spend week in Monterey again. Many Poetry reading and artist in the old city. Thank you Rosalind for reading and the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

Indeed, it is easy to build walls to protect us after an emotionally painful time. Scaling those walls and breaking free of the past is not quite so easy. The scene of the seaside, the lemons and tequila, and the pretty poet is divinely romantic, John. Those of us who are lovers of love are the lucky ones in life....I believe that. Your words are a pleasure to read. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. All of us need need kindness and mercy.

[Deboshmita]

I can imagine the poem clearly...Nice one

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. The sea. Best place to heal.

[Ehra Khan]

Amazing vocabulary! lovely flow! keep it up:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[yuki]

Wow this totally blew my mind! Really really great work

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Yuki. I appreciate the comment.

[yuki]

Your welcome

[Honey.K]

Wow .. this is amazing. I really enjoyed it, beautiful imagery. Fantastic words :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Honey.K. I appreciate the comment.