Could you, could we?

November poetry number twenty....

Could you, could we?

Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and I held her hand. We walked the circle at Lake St. Clair and she asked me. Could you, could we? Outrun the bear of life and find a quiet/safe place to write. To find peace.

She was my raven with the darkest black eyes and I told her. We decide our journey, we decide our place to rest. I pray we are not birds, just dancing with the wind. Just seeking a safe place to land. I want us to find New York city and you can paint, sell your work. I would go near the Chelsea hotel, talk with the ghosts of Leonard and Janis. Maybe find a reason to write?

She smiled and she told me. If we are not brave enough to reach for our dreams. What do we become? Are we just ghosts of what we were? When we give-in, give-up. What is left?

We stopped by the pier and we watched the lake dance. I told her. Could you? Could we? Be brave and fearless again. Once we were young and we were giants, we had the Pacific, we were cage-less and broke. We had enough. Now we are tangled-up in useless things and the illusion of lies had stole out laughter, our smiles. Maybe it is too late my lovely?

She laughed at my words and she whispered to my wanting ear. Remember when you showed me the sea in 1996. I stripped to bra and underwear. I danced with the sea. I remembered you laughed and you came to me. You told me. "I love you, I love you my wild raven gal." We are shadows of what we were but we are not dead yet. We will sell everything and we will go to New York. We will find the artist, the poets and the musicians. Live near the Atlantic and we will drink the whiskey to keep us warm and we will adore the wild sea together.

I told her. You are right my love. Time for us to find our place. We have gave to useless things for too long. She smiled and she kissed me. She told me. Time for the raven and the coyote to learn to dance again, to sing again and to be wild. Before we cannot.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

maybe relationships tend to fade and get useless and boring after a while. So why not renew something we once had; why not follow our dreams? go the a new place, dance under the stars, enjoy art; let's not be shadows of what we once were; let's renew and enjoy our whiskey too.
Lovely as always John.
Best, B.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Betty. I appreciate the comment.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome😊

[lessa (kenzie)]

Maybe we start to lose interest in things and the way others treat others, who knows. I enjoyed your write.

Time for the raven and the coyote to learn to dance again, to sing again and to be wild. Before we cannot.
I really enjoyed this part, I feel this as an emotional read as well. Nicely written

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kenzie for reading and the comment. When we forget freedom. What do we become?

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

This was a heartfelt read. It got stronger as I read on. Poetry strong for a prose. It also had a beautiful ending. I also liked the repeated title throughout this write. Wonderfully explained and expressed. tyfs

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Cyprian for reading and the comment. We need to be brave. Accomplish our dreams.

[Chris Shaw]

Maybe we lose ambition and dreams as we age. Perhaps most of us are content to just get by. However if you still have dreams, it is never too late. We are a long time dead and winter sets in all too soon. We all need a little spring. Good to read you Coyote. Be well and happy.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. I need a long vacation and I appreciate the comment my friend.