Highway poetry-short poems

Just words

                           Wander or slowly die

She was so beautiful.
She moved like a wild and free animal.
I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.
I didn't try to capture her. Just made her smile and laugh for a time.
I saw in her eyes. Unswerving need to escape to new places.
I didn't hold her tightly and I was content when she escaped into the night.
She was a broken song, not willing to find healing.

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                              Tattoos

Her skin painted with branches and flowers.
She bled sexual need and made honest men have secret wishes.
I called her my wild and free spirit.
Her eyes showed vigorous drive only on the dance stage.
Song and dance was her last pleasure.
She knew she controlled the desperate men with her every move.
I loved her tattoos. Each told a journey and took you to sacred place.
She loved me because I was wise. I knew.
The heart with broken strings and knowing too much deceit.
She must find herself. She copies my tattoo of heart and arrow.
She told me. We must bleed to live.


                       John Castellenas

Author's Note

New poetry. I hope you will like.

Reviews

[Jen Walters]

I love roaming free sometimes, its just so enrapturing to have and know no bounds or limits. Living off of the earth, which is what we need to go back to at times, I think. I love this poetry thank you so much for sharing all of this and have a great evening.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jen. I appreciate the comment.

[annie lee]

wow. very visceral with elemental feelings that demand reaction. stunning.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Annie. I appreciate the comment.

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Once again you've captured the reader's eye… Such great detail and it was spread out nicely!
Great Job my friend,
My favorite sentence was, "The heart with broken strings and knowing too much deceit."
Awesome job, John!

C. Lee Battaglia

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[C. Lee Battaglia]

No problem John!

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more beautiful writing, John... the first one really speaks to the kind of man you are and the understanding you have of life....some people aren't meant to be tied down but it doesn't mean we can't enjoy the brief time we have with them...

The second breathes such wisdom...love it

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Jamestown]

Well written and delivered!
I enjoyed these pieces a ton,
really loved tattoos because I
have a deep love for art especially
on a women's body, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the tattoos also. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[mattavelli]

These are lovely, Coyote. "She was a broken song" - "She bled sexual need"
Ya, I really like these.

[Coyote Poetry]

I have been listening to too much Taylor Momsen and P.J Harvey. Made me test the language. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Joel Paulin Mendoza]

We must bleed to live.

-Indeed, I don't know but I felt the same thing from a Muse from the past but I chose to live in order to bleed.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to bleed. It mean, we had lived. Thank you Joel for reading and the comment.

[Joel Paulin Mendoza]

I like this poem, thanks for this Sir!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

loved both of these...the metaphors work very well....

especially struck my attention with the last line of the first piece, and that second line "she bled sexual need and made honest men have secret wishes" that line says so much, about how even the best and truest of us can stray even slightly when the right distraction comes along.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Beautiful things will tempt us. Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

"She was a broken song, not willing to find healing."

This is such a haunting line. Your maiden is as poetic and beautiful as a song, yet such forms of beauty serve as inspiration for painful lyrics.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. I roamed the taverns for 20 years. A lot of story to be heard if we listen. Thank you for for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goes Cascading!)]

Interesting...so does this mean most of your poems are based on your tavern experiences?

[Coyote Poetry]

Many are. I have changed my life completely four times. I believe all people will be many people. My tavern time was when I was a single soldier and today. I'm a Grandpa. I got lucky in 1996. A woman saved me. I believe writers write about what they know. I did know the taverns once.

[Cherry Pepperweb]

Such a beautiful feel to your words.
Nicely written.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. I appreciate the comment.

[Cherry Pepperweb]

You're welcome. :)