Love tragedies

Just words

                                   Love tragedies

I found you my kind lady,

you were my savior,

my voice of sanity.

Love tragedy left us feeling empty,

just wishes and gestures of fairy tales magic we would not have.

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Sin, gin and regret,

the poet's drink.

Some men love the war,

some men love the drink,

some men love the ladies.

The writer loved the beginning,

the writer love the midnight dance,

the poet love the story and the new kiss.

Do the wordsmith, need the fatal ending?

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He told the pretty lady,

who wants to live forever?

When the body become tire,

when the poet can't remember the taste of the ambrosia wine,

when the words cannot be written no-more,

what is left?

When the gladness of hope is gone.

What is left?

Did Kosinski and Hemingway see sweetness in death when life became sour?

I told death many times, not yet.

I need one more story,

one more kiss,

one more time, knowing the feel of the coldness of the Big Sur sea on my bare feet.

Once I was fearless and I was afraid of nothing.

Now old age, scared me.

Pretty lady looked sad and she whispered.

Love tragedies, war, drink and the chaos of love.

The writer's salvation,

you can't stop death,

you must honor death like you honored life dear friend.

                           Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

great song....the second part of this reminded me so much of Ernest...and you bring up one of my favorites, Jerzy Kosinski...what a writer.
"Being There" and others..

this poem dances with imagination, reflection and the writer's hope to have one more story, one more poem within himself...
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Kosinski is my favorite. "Painted bird" was a masterpiece. Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment.

[Saraswati]

Some reality..loved it..the coherence of this age thing in love..indeed a tragedy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sarawati. You are right and I appreciate the comment.

[DIVYA]

It’s a tragedy that life with all its wonders must come to an end someday. Where goes the eternal song of love? The concluding lines are so profoundly deep and true. We have to be brave, we have to embrace death as we embrace life! Wonderfully expressed, dear Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend. We can't stop death, better to live and hope for a good ending.

[Chris Shaw]

A writer's life, always looking for one more story to relate. Another experience to share of life, love, war and usually drink is in the mix too. I was reminded of some great writers while reading you Coyote.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. I appreciate the comment my friend.

[R.E. Ray]

More than “just words,” Coyote. Truth in poetry. “War, drink and the ladies” so well sums up the man’s focus and often failings. Well said!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment. Life is learning till we cannot no more.

[Stella Armour]

Leonard Cohen's, Suzanne .. one of my favourites and he knew about love and life ... the loss , and the ecstasy, and the turmoil ... what a great and yet humble guy he was.

[Coyote Poetry]

Leonard Cohen, the poet of song. My muse for writing for many years. I saw him in concert in 1978 and 1979 in Germany. Thank you Stella for reading and the comment.