We must fall and rise from the pinnacle of love my kind and sweet friend.

December poetry number eleven.)

We must fall and rise from the pinnacle of love 
             my kind and sweet friend…

At the gate of paradise.
We can play the fool.
Can dance in the mist of sweet love and emotion. Sweet young woman.
Condemned herself to be alone.

She sat with me on a bench by the Monterey Bay.
Her baby in her arms.
We watched the waves dancing on the shoreline.

I read my poetry to her.
Her red hair flowing in the wind.
Her gentle blue eyes.

Leaves me helpless.
Her beauty abates me.
I allow her affliction to overtake her now.

Her breathtaking beauty.
 Allowed me to write
words of love and disappointment.
She is my broken-hearted muse.

She asked me.
When the days are long and become weary.
What is our purpose?

She whispered love has left me abandon and alone.
Soft tears flow from her gentle blue eyes.

I told her; days are long.
Wine can be sweet.
Heartaches heal with time.

If we fall and don’t get up.
Death isn’t peace.
Will become only an excuse when we are alone
and another casualty in the emotion of love and hate.

I picked her up.
The three of us walk toward the sea.
I told her the sun rises from the east every morning.
Will fall into the sea in the evening.

We must not allow the havoc of a broken heart, broken life to
blind us from a beautiful day.

My exquisite beauty. Gives me a beautiful smile.
Hold my hand tighter.

She whispered I will try my Poet Friend.

                           Coyote
                       20 Sept 2009

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Jennifer]

Thank you for sharing your wonderful poems. It seems that they fall from you as easily as the welcome raindrops from clouds.
It seems that you’ve shared and cheered many hearts with your poems including my own.
I love this beautiful, sad and hopeful reflection on heartache of another.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Jennifer. Love will teach us many things. Love will best days.

[Jennifer]

Thank you for sharing your wonderful poems. It seems that they fall from you as easily as the welcome raindrops from clouds.
It seems that you’ve shared and cheered many hearts with your poems including my own.
I love this beautiful, sad and hopeful reflection on heartache of another.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear Jennifer, for reading and the comment. Took me many years to learn the John Donne words "We don't find love, love find us."

[M. J. Smith]

In my younger days, I rode with a young lady. Oh! The wild and wonder dreams she inspired me to write!
But she had a history. Her demons chased her from my side. Sometimes I look across the Ozark hills and wonder where she is.
Women inspire poets in ways even Nature can't match. Beautiful words and images, my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. Women are dangerous muses and nature. Kinder to the heart. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Writergurl]

Wine can be sweet.
Heartaches heal with time.
If we fall and don’t get up.
Death isn’t peace.
Will become only an excuse when we are alone
and another casualty in the emotion of love and hate.

This part really touched me in a way, This is really good.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear poet. I appreciate the comment.

[Einstein Noodle]

nice my firned! everything in this worked together for me and moved me deeply .. i especially appreciate the idea that the muse if broken hearted .. i know you have personified her in your red head but the muse we all speak off collectively .. to be broken hearted makes all the sense in the world .. so much of our expressions come from that place .. these powerful lines'
"If we fall and don’t get up.
Death isn’t peace." ... imprinted in me noodle, Coyote Man .. such deep and sound advice and wisdom to be taken from them .. love this poem sir .. i like the format you use .. not your norm :) Merry Christmas brother!
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend and Merry Christmas my friend.