Ancient floors

                  

   



Ancient floors

In the mirrors of time.
Old windows may never be closed.

Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.
The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of kind and beautiful faces.

Faces who words are tattoos on my mind and heart.
Easy to languish in stagnant thoughts when peace is cold beer, lust and waiting for mercy.

No mercy for men who played the b*****d too damn well.
Men who live with graveyard poetry.
That lead to no-where but to dirt and dust.
Their words become more worthless with time.
No sweet lullaby can save them.

Vintage memories of sweet whispers leave a morbid reminder.
Of broken roads and promises.
Old man sit on the solitude of the sand.
Watching the sea.

Knowing no forgiveness or charity for a man who left a blood trail of kind and loving people.
The bells are ringing in the distance.
They are ringing the bells to announce. There is forgiveness even for the men drowning
in sin and his own greed.

I try to escape the song of bells.
Run to the hills where I can find silence and calm.
Fall into the field of lilies and violets.
I'm weary from a journey with no ending.

I look to the sky.
Asked the Goddess of the Earth.
To show me the place I need to be.

Tire and mad as hell.
I walk ancient floors.
Trying to find the place I turn berserker to love and kindness.

I go toward the ringing bells.
I walk to the statue in the center of the church court.
A man reaching to a child.
The words read. " No greater gift than reaching down to a child and giving them hope and strength."

It is a beautiful day today.
The sun is shining.
I can smell the coffee in the distance.
The old street Poet will drink coffee and write a lullaby about a man who wasted all things.

He awoke alone to find out. No person want to die alone.
Come a time.
When you cannot run any more.

A man must learn to cherish friendship and love. A man who served self only: booze and woman:
War and government  will be forgotten and leave nothing but a lonely grave.

                                    Coyote
                                 2012

Author's Note

Finally a new poem. I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Why did I read this? Down in the right hand corner where the WC posts "related writing" on the page that has my poem "Jail Bait" this piece pops up along with three others that I wrote. How this poem is related to "Jail Bait" I have no clue but I'm glad it is cause I might have missed Ancient Floors. Out f*****g standing work Coyote!

[T.W. Early]

I liked some of the common themes prevalent here, an old man, exposure of violence, etc. Good job. and great opening lines.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Priyanka Natesh]

Beautifully thought provoking as always, Sir! Thank you for this amazing read :)

[Rachel Fitzgerald-Feele..]

enjoyed this poem of reflection and the use of hindsight...loved phrases such as 'the mirrors of time' and 'ancient floors'...conjures up alot in one one term or phrase...

[MandaBear]

Its just WOW. The words read. " No greater gift than reaching down to a child and giving them hope and strength." best!

[Ian Faraway]

I have no BAD critique here. Its just WOW. The imagery and the flow. A story so sad ending with self-realization. I love poems like these. The imagery just tells the story that needs to be told. J'adore!

[Jon Roggie]

Very nice. I especially liked "I try to escape the song of bells..." Also your ending sums up one of the conclusions I have came to in my own life. Another great poem. Thank you Coyote. Jon.

[Sid]

Wow, a sensible and moving piece and i especially liked these words
"No mercy for men who played the b*****d too damn well.
Men who live with graveyard poetry.
That lead to no-where but to dirt and dust.
Their words become more worthless with time.
No sweet lullaby can save them."
Greats truth written on here though I'm too young to agree with some just yet...but as always a great write Mr. Coyote.

[JordanLane]

Great poem very calculated words

[Felecia]

To be perfectly honest with you, Coyote, whenever I see a really long poem or someone sends me a chapter or book, I think "Dear god this is long and I'm totally just going to skim over it and then review" But of course I never do. I always take my time to read eveyone's requests and writing carefully. And each time I read yours, I'm SO glad that I do. Each and every poem I've ever read of yours always seems to move me. It even inspires me! If you ever get some of your work inot a book, I'd definatly buy it. Just because YOUR work is in it.

"Tire and mad as hell.
I walk ancient floors.
Trying to find the place I turn berserker to love and kindness"

Was one of the lines I instantly connected to. It's something that I do all the time. When I'm completely mad, I do my best to find some place to turn that anger into something more calm and loving.

"No person want to die alone"

This line also made me think of a quote from a tv (which is no longer on the air) that I recently started watching on DVD (just finished the third season). "Live together, die alone" Is often send in this tv show. This line made me think of this quote. We can all live together, but we must die alone. But no one ever wants to die alone. I know I don't.

My dear Coyote, thank you so much for creating this wonderful piece. Keep creating more and sharing it with us! We all appreciate it when you do!