Coming home

You can't come back from where you left. The road become twisted and we become confused.

  Coming home

I sat in the plane from Philly.  Heading to a place I ran away from.
1000 days ago, I wanted war, new places and better ending.

The splendor was war wasn't so sweet. New places were tempting and wonderful.
Now with the consequences of payment for my wandering heart. I came home to empty house
and silence voices.

I attempted fate. Volunteering for war and distance places. I tasted the best wines, cigarettes and  liquors. The
ambrosia of life to make me pretend I was free and alone.

Words from home make my drifting heart and soul learn. I had enough once. I have allowed my greed lead me to the madness. We are  interlaced by love and family. I learn too late. Love is not forever. Kind voices will leave us and we will wish to been with dear Grandparent on their old porch often, listening to story and tale of days gone by.

I was coming home. A final good bye, my friend, my elders, dear grandparent. You taught my a final proper lesson.
Love is everything and family is gold.

I stood by a lonely grave in my solitude. I fall to my knees and I prayed.

Thank you my teachers.
You taught me love and kindness.
I will remember you.
I will try to be like you.
                           Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

Just words

Reviews

[Valentine]

Not just words John, truth. I moved north after losing my husband, I returned to a town cemetery that holds my parents family members etc. It is true we can never return to find it just like we left it. I had a good life but at times am sorry for all I missed here. Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. I landed 15 mile from my birth and ensure children had a safe home and same district for education. Thank you for reading and the comment dear Poet.

[sandpiper66]

This is both sad and beautiful, much like life.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you sandpiper. I appreciate the comment.

[Alan Corbett]

I would just like to add to my previous comments that there are many examples of verse and prose. Shakespeare, Chaucer, Homer just to name a few. However; Shakespeare’s sonnets are pure verse. If your intentions are to write in this fashion, then who am I to criticise? After all there’re just words! My concerns are more to do with the order that each word follows the next. Question: What name would you give to your style of writing? Is there an established format which can be identified as being a mixture of both styles...outside of playwriting?
I look forward to your response and please excuse my loquaciousness.

Regards. Alan in England

[Coyote Poetry]

I would call my poetry epic poetry. B.J Havey, Leonard Cohen and the Dryden, Donne and Ben Jonson are my teachers. I like the poetry that teaches, make us cry or laugh. I borrow style from many. I believe best writers learn from the ancient and new writers. We can always improve.

[Alan Corbett]

Your poetry has a great deal of philosophy, more like an essay than a poem.
Remember 'less is more' a synopsis of life told in the form of alliterations, onomatopoeias, and metaphors is the bedrock of poetry. The mixture of prose and verse does not sit well, choose one or the other unless within the compass of a difficult format...such as a sestina...where you can use both.
I hope my comments have been helpful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Alan. Two publisher told me. If I was born 500 years ago. My epic poetry would be very good. I write with many styles. My epic words can't be stopped.

[Clara]

I loved your prayer at the end of this piece.
Simple but completely heartfelt.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lara. The elders and our teachers of life. Most of us wished we had stopped and paid attention. Most of us learn too late.

[JayceeC]

Youth does not always value age and wisdom until It's a bit too late. Then we would give a great deal to hear the stories one last time. Nicely done from a wandering son. ;-) Jan

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. I did slow down and learn to stop, sit down and listen. Thank you Jaycee for reading and the comment.

[Annie Gryphon]

it is very touching, Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Annie. I appreciate the comment.

[Lauren_The_Awesome]

That was a great poem. It's so true that one day all the people that teach us everything will be gone and wish they were still here. The wording was put so good. An amazing poem overall.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lauren. I appreciate the comment.

[Lauren_The_Awesome]

Your very welcome.