Shipwreck memories

Just words.

                                     Shipwreck memories

The irony of a long life. We will know joy and sadness. We will have good days and bad days. We will want to live forever and we shall want to die in the moment.

Today I sit by Lake St. Clair. I'm surrounded by shipwreck memories.

I learn years ago by reading Jack London and Hemingway. We must test life to have lived. Must love many to know peace and never except little, when life is never-ending.

The irony of a dreamer is. He will forget his dreams and accept less. He will learn. You cannot return to the place he once knew.

Young writer sat with me. She asked. Is to love, life? I smiled and I kissed her forehead. I told her. Love is like walking on a tight rope without a safety net. Love and hate is a part of all of us. We will look at love with different views. The passion of youth will become the need of kind voices and lover near. We will learn. We need open doors for the family and receiving and giving forgiveness without regret.

She looked confused and she asked. Does passion die and fade away to forgotten place? Are we doomed to need less, love less? Old poet smiled and he told her. Love will linger, the noble promises made that we could not keep. They will haunt us. Real love grow to a new place. You will live and die for your love. Work like a dog and never complain to ensure your love needs are fulfilled. Enjoy your love is always content and safe. The flesh will need less and the heart will need more.

She smiled and kissed my face-cheeks. She told me. Love does live and love doesn't forget. Love need to be reminded daily.

Old Poet smiled and he agreed.

                                 John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

just words.

Reviews

[Marianne Rose]

"The flesh will need less and the heart will need more"
A wonderful way to voice the aging of young love into the spiritual love that grows out of years of testing and proving, strengthening and growing kindness, forgiveness, compassion and that familiar comfort of your love near. Well told, and I love the interplay between the old poet and the young woman, the wisdom in the words.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. Old man wisdom is he best wisdom.

[Raylene]

Such bittersweet poem of young eyes teaching old eyes great work dear I think this one is my favorite of your work by far.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Raylene. If we listen. We can learn from each other.

[Raylene]

So true coyote

[Pryde Foltz]

Does passion die and fade away to forgotten place? Are we doomed to need less, love less? Old poet smiled and he told her. Love will linger, the noble promises made that we could not keep. They will haunt us. Real love grow to a new place. You will live and die for your love. Work like a dog and never complain to ensure your love needs are fulfilled. Enjoy your love is always content and safe. The flesh will need less and the heart will need more.

Wise words here, Coyote:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pryde. My grandparent. Both side. 65 years together. My grandfathers would supply my dear Grandmothers with their treats everyday of their life.

[Lydia Shutter]

No, we can not return to the place we once knew. Our memories have it one way and yet can we be sure it ever was that way? No, we are not doomed to love less. Human beings need love and affection till the day they leave this earth. I am convinced of that. Your words are consistently well written and thought provoking, John. The thing about walking on a tight rope is this....when you fall, a safety net will appear! Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Love can be testy. Thank you Lydia for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Nessly]

"The irony of a dreamer is. He will forget his dreams and accept less. He will learn. You cannot return to the place he once knew." I often feel as though I settle for less than my dreams entail. Part of my reasons for joining WritersCafe was to start following those dreams a bit more. Thanks so much for this write, I enjoyed it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I hope you find your dreams again. I just create new one for myself. When we are young. We live for ourselves. Old age add family and our love must expand. A good and bad thing. Thank you Nessly for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Nessly]

You're welcome. :)

[Beccy]

How lovely and life re-affirming this is. For me, those few simple words;
'The flesh will need less and the heart will need more,' are the perfect encapsulation of love everlasting.

Such a joyous poem.

Beccy.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Beccy. A wise person ensure the people they love are cherished.

[Papaya]

This is a super story Coyote, and she asks some good questions.
I think I've asked those questions myself. I also wonder sometimes if my expectations of love are unrealistic, but I don't think so.

[Coyote Poetry]

Love is needed. Just differently. People who spend 65 years together. Have common dreams and goals. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Papaya]

65 years is really something. :)
The stuff dreams are made of. I will never have that because I don't I'll live that long.
But if I start now I might get 50. :) You're welcome always my friend. I truly enjoy reading everything your romantic heart offers us here.

[Coyote Poetry]

You will never know unless you attempt. Both Grandparent lived into the deep nineties.

[Jon Roggie]

Still, we remember, and we tell our stories. This sounds like life.

I still disagree with "just words"

Of course,
I do the same thing.

Jon

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jon. I appreciate the comment.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John, "we shall want to live forever, and we will want to die in a moment"
are true feelings that make poetry a reverie of
romantic overtures. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[andrew mitchell]

excellent poetry John, its funny how some journeys do have and end, shipwrecked as you say. but new beginnings start from finished dead ones. I suppose it's like riding a bike, you fall off and you get back on and try again until you can't take it no-more and you buy a car ( joke). I enjoyed the write a lovely analogy on love and life

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. We are always learning. Thank you Andrew for reading and the comment.