The Pacific

Poem eleven for April, the poetry month.

                                                              The Pacific

The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me flirt with madness and she made my weary mind see everything beautiful and sweet again. We danced in the great storms of Winter and she taught me. I was more than I was.

She was a noble beauty who awoken my sleeping heart. She rescue me from my self-pity. Her charm stole my heart and she demanded only my attention with morning walks near her and my reading midnight poetry to her.

Her song taught me the flattery of the rhyme and I would dance alone for her, with the rising moon and the falling sun blessing us. I have photos of her to remind me. I was once sea-bounded and protected by her.

The young gal smiled and she asked. She must be a treasure to behold. Where is she now? Why don't you return to her? The poet smiled and he told her. Once day I shall. When my Army days are done, I will will return to her and our parting song shall be done. She is a patience lover, always dancing, moving and create music for the blessed people, who can love her.

The pretty gal asked again. What is her name? He told her. Her name in the Pacific Ocean and I still hear her calling my name, for us to learn endless days and nights where I would write. A million words to honor her noble spirit forever.

Coyote

Author's Note

Poem eleven for April, the poetry month.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

As you know, the Pacific Ocean is my lover, too. The sea makes love to this land around here, not always touching all this land with waves, but all this land gets the sea breeze which brings a fresh salty tang. Love your suspenseful surprise, ending this by stating that the Pacific is your lover. Great word crafting & here are a couple that really caught my attention: " She rescue me from my self-pity." (we humans need to be rescued from our abundant self-pity) . . . and "he flattery of the rhyme" (just striking!) Thanks for brightening my day & helping me appreciate the beautiful place where I live! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[sharonlee]

Ah the beauty and vibrancy of the Pacific Ocean... how well I know it! And well understand such yearning when one is land locked by a desert!
Enchanting poem Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and comment dear Sharonlee. I love the Pacific. I was station in Monterey for three years.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... the Spirit of the Pacific Ocean does
call to lovers as the depth of sunken Ships holds
treasures from Madagascar and beyond. Dreams
will dance as memories recall the Ports of Call.
Your poetry has a mysterious attraction to the Sea.
gently, Pat

[R.L. Davenport]

Coyote and Texas, you would think this man is getting paid by the state to represent it. Themes of love, good memories, and overall positivity is what I feel when reading anything you write. You're a godsend for this website and I don't say that lightly. Thank you for your great writing, reviews, and all you do. You are appreciated and so is your writing! Keep it going Coyote Man!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I spend almost seven years in Texas. I never had a bad day. I appreciate the kind words.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Whayt a wonderful about getting caught up in nostalgia. Great work.

[Coyote Poetry]

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