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!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

When a person has lost all signs of love it is natural to search the past for any remounts of of love in hopes we can use those pieces to find a new future.

[The dark story]

it is really very great...
"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 liked these lines....the thoughts which you have put into it are really very nice....i enjoyed it..you ended it with a very nice line which is sorely meaningful....hats off to you!!!!!!!

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

After reading this thought-provoking write, I wondered what "graveyard poetry" was. If it was about gothic themes and death, perhaps I am too familiar with them - but then you mention "dirt and dust" and "worthless in time" like an eternal burial, of words. The poem starts with "ancient floors, mirrors, and windows" that I assumed meant travels and missed chances, and the "beautiful faces" met in life. Memories perceived as tattoos while the "bell" suggested a conscience ringing with guilt for past mistakes and blunders. As I progressed through this poem, a deep sadness overwhelms me for the utter lack of hope and joy, a famine of life's beauty and meaning. It ends with an emptiness - "a man who served self only". That I think is the most tragic thing second to "No person wants to die alone." All I can say at this point is: "I have never seen a storm that lasted forever."

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the review. I was lucky. I change direction and have four children and too much responsibilities. Better to have many at your feet and knowing love then to walk alone in a life.

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Wonderful transition, Coyote! So happy for you :-)

[MOON]

Lovely write so many little wisdoms here but I love 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. Poignant.

[V]

A really well-crafted, thoughtful and strong piece. I really like the turns of thoughts and use of words in this one. I think my fav piece by you by far :-)

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

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.

............well written. I like these sentenses. Beautiful. My enquiries and wishes.

[Kristallo]

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.

How I relate to this theme so tenderly. This is a phenomenal write. You commit your moments to the page with masterful artistry; evocative and thought provoking sentiments here. I really enjoyed this.

[Eric Cox]

Excellent piece. Deep and well penned imagery. Excellent job.

[Renée]

Worth the wait Coyote..!