Steal a memory, borrow a memory...

September poetry number four.

Steal a memory, borrow a memory…

The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper.

We must steal a memory, borrow a memory. Once I had hot Summer days, the sea and my kind muse. The blessing of the Pacific ocean, stealing kisses and holding hands. Was my wealth.

The legacy of love become a lullaby old poets sing to the sea, to private notebooks.

Once he chased a beautiful gal and he learn. She was waiting for him to be brave and she was waiting for him to come to her.

He learn what the great poet wrote. You don’t find love, love find you.

Once the goddess of the sea blessed the old soldier life. He told the people near now. Drink-in and drink-up the good days, the good night. Make them last forever. Youth flies away so quickly and we cannot find our youth again.

Live my friends, love my friend, dance often and remember. You must seek beautiful places, attempt many kisses and love many. Life, wait for no-one.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Ruth]

How beautifully rendered. Once again, dear Coyote, you remind the reader that life is not permanent - that life waits for nothing or no-one, that life must be lived and lived with gratitude and remembrance that moments are fleeting, wonderfully told, be well my friend :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Ruth for reading and the kind words. We must find the things we love and keep them close. Like you did my wise friend.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

I love the summer aspect, and reading this really made me feel like I was in the middle of July, but it felt as if it was meant to take you on many more journey's and it did. There was such passion and knowledge in this piece. 'The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper.' Such a beautifully, colorful written line.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend and I appreciate the kind words,

[bianca]

"You don’t find love, love finds you." Someone told me this a long time ago, and I suppose it was you. While I was reading your poem I remember how I used to be. I thought I will never have the chance to love and I was so wrong back then. But that kind of love wasn't the one I dreamed about. Not the one which can burn your soul and then heal it, not the one you can't forget and move on from. Your first love is just an experience and you can learn a lot from it. Thank you! Bebe

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Bebe. Our first true love. We believed in love. Thank you for reading and the comment my dear friend.

[bianca]

You're welcome. It's a pleasure to read your writing!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... I ave but one regret... that the Sea was
laden with sadness when youth was madness...
As I grew I knew that kisses were flowers to be
shared among the Dunes of love where Moonlight
gathered rose buds for sunsets glow. tenderly, Pat

[Hayllie]

Such a great read as always. You have such power in your writing to draw us into your story....an share your experiances with us.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Hayllie for reading and the comment. I appreciate your friendship.

[Caroline B A Maguire]

I'm getting an idea now that you have lived the hard drinking/loving life to the full and now you spend your days lost in satisfied contemplation of a life well lived..I hope so..I love your writing coyote.its sentimental and romantic without the mush..you are a true poet..lthank you.caroline.😊

[Coyote Poetry]

I was lucky. I find a safe place to rest dear Caroline. I have five grandchildren to keep me young. Thank you for reading and the comment dear Poet.

[John the Baptist]

Odd how you don't notice youth's flight when you're in the midst of it. Then suddenly it's late afternoon. True, memories can help dull the pain, but it's too easy to get lost in them.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. Sometimes good to remember. We had lived and loved more. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Sami Khalil]

Wonderful poetry shared my friend. You bless us with your experiences to live, love and enjoy the good things life has to offer. I'm so glad to know you lived a good life, shared many things and sacrificed for many more. You are a lover and a soldier.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sami. We must enjoy our life and do the things. We love.

[Sami Khalil]

All true and well said. You are welcome Coyote...