Pretty pictures

November poetry number fourteen.

                Pretty pictures...

I loved love, but love didn't love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled and she told me. When your heart is ajar. You need to fall into the bosom of a woman's heart and listen. Love isn't catch and conquered. Love is a slow dance, need a listening ear, stealing kisses and a willing heart. Sometimes we the afflicted, we are afraid to show real face. Give everything away.

I told her, my name is Johnnie. She smiled and she told me. My name is Eleanor. A Southern gal seeking education and some fun in Austin, Texas. I told her, I am a career soldier, poet, a Michigan man seeking peace in the beer and the whiskey.

She laughed at my words and she told me. You cannot find peace and calmness in the beer and the whiskey. The beer will make you fat and the whiskey will teach you madness. Blind you from what is true or not. Truth is a two-sided coin. Sometimes the folly of the truth teaches us we cannot win. But maybe we can have some fun before the world is done.

I loved her honest words and her pretty face. I told her, Eleanor, maybe we can walk to the Austin River, drink coffee, hold hands if I am lucky. The beer and the whiskey looked less tempting. I like how you talk. You give me some hope.

She smiled and she told me. I do like coffee and good conversation. I heard there is live music by the river. She took my hands and she whispered. Okay soldier, poet. You are my best offer tonight. Pay the bill and let's create a better night.

John Castellenas

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Wow the pretty lady told you the best and wisest thing about beer and whisky as those do ruin many relationships and you were also smart to love her more than drink as your lines say. This is an awesome fantastic poem i enjoyed today. Kudos!!

Plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, "Dandy randy Tom cat."

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my friend and thank you for reading and the comment. I will check out your poetry now.

[Corset]

oh dear poet every time I beat my war drum you come to so charmingly take those sticks away.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Corset. Good to beat the war drums. Keep us thinking and going forward. Thank you for reading and stopping by my dear friend.

[Corset]

Always such a pleasure my friend

[Ruth]

Ah, dear Coyote, your poetry and prose have always bestowed many of life's elements to your readers, so wise and poignant at times. Another wonderful piece of prose - stay well my friend :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Ruth. I appreciate the kind words.

[Betty Hermelee]

The big come on!!! Well it all sounded as if it was really going somewhere for the poet, but Slam , at the end it was all for naught...or maybe it was great, though the payment surely wasn't.... never judge a book by it's cover, the saying goes.... so this is a lesson we all should heed. I love the writing, you ave a natural sway to it that reminds me of the wild west....even though you're from Michigan!
Best, B.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Betty. Highway 35 in Texas. Almost the wild west.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome😊

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

"Sometimes the folly of the truth teaches us we cannot win" Very true and wise words indeed. Only a life lived can truly understand its prescient meaning. A wonderful poem CP.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Carlos and thank you for reading and the comment.

[lessa (kenzie)]

truth is a two sided coin, oh how I love that, this is so truthful. I enjoyed this conversation really well. Such vivid imagery as well

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Alex for reading and the comment. Life should be seeking happiness and good people near.

[Shelley Warner]

I like that conversation. A pretty girl's honesty. A soldier's honesty. Very nice.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Shelley. We need kind voices and more friends.

[Shelley Warner]

You're welcome, yes we do

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"Eleanor, gee I think you're swell, and you really do me well...you're my pride and joy etcetera."

Love hasn't loved me either, Coyote.
I relate in a big way to this scenario.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Jacob and thank you for reading. Love need willing heart. Maybe we are the blame?

[no tell writer]

Today I am in the Autumn of my life. I walk slower, talk less and appreciate more. I learn, like my mentors did. We are here just for awhile. We are just teachers, protectors and examples for the grandchildren.

I so loved this part, I also found this cute. This is amazing

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading. I appreciate the comment.