The sea is near

Just words

                                  The sea is near

"We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But thereoff in the end despondency and madness"- Wordsworth

"Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'ver, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, morn of toil, nor night of waking"--Sir Walter Scott

"Easy life and quiet death"--Sir Walter Scott


                                     The sea is near

Old Poet sat alone at the Monterey Irish Pub on the pier. It is late 1996. He wrote. "Old debts are not due. Just forgotten. Just forgotten promises made.  Beautiful faces loved, not forgotten. Just the old Poet bleeding words and dead memories into harden skin and his broken heart.

The sea is near. The Poet solitude friend. She was always waiting for him, like a jealous lovers not willing to release his love. He loved the sea for she was free and never tamed. Once he thought he knew freedom and he was like the free wind. Blowing at-will without control and chains.

The Poet seek the good death once. Now he accepted the old age and he loved the words, storytellers and writers now. He digest the books of story and poetry now daily. Dark Poet became the man who accepted less and wanted everything still.

The Poet wrote. "Dryden was right. Men love madness, men love war. The hope and dream of peace forgotten goal and place.

Now he loved the hard drink and he loved the pretty women. Old age made him understand. Every kiss and embrace shared. A miracle for love. He had not forgotten love. He was just waiting for the last grasp into the love dance and song.

The Pacific ocean was dancing and singing to him. He loved the Winters in Monterey. The Winter storms were tempting and dangerous. He brought his suicide board and body suit to keep the cold at-bay. He was waiting for the crazy surfers. They would come later. They knew where the waves were at their peak. He loved to test the Pacific ocean. He felt smaller and safer in her arms.

Pretty Poet sat with him.  She had her suicide board, her body suit near and a perfect tempting smile. She asked him. "Are we dancing with the sea dear Johnnie." He smiled at the auburn hair beauty and he told her.

Yes my sweetheart. He kissed her forehead, lips and neck.  Her blue eyes shone brightly and he whispered. "You are my perfect storm.

            John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words and story.

Reviews

[D]

So I thought about stalking your writing again today. :D
Okay, enough jokes.

This piece had my eyes glued to every word, every line ... especially these " Beautiful faces loved, not forgotten. Just the old Poet bleeding words and dead memories into harden skin and his broken heart."

I loved it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kossuth. I appreciate the comment.

[D]

My pleasure

[RomaJ]

The sea...The ocean... Is full of mysteries and absolute wonder. It is a beauty and a burden. It carries the weight of the earth and all her children. Bringing life and receiving death. We must never turn our backs on it or take it for granted. For its arms are ever reaching. A force that can either crush us or gently carry us to friendly shores.

Your poetry is as beautiful as the ocean and full of wisdom in your words.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Roma. I agree with your words and thoughts.

[Jon Roggie]

The sea awaits, and also the memories. Great write, John.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Tina Kline]

I love the Pacific Ocean too. This is an impressive story. Romantic with a touch of sadness that I sense. Yes, the ocean's embrace is wonderful, just to let go and go with her wherever she takes you. She is always wild and never tamed. She is wild and free. That is something we all really want.

I really enjoyed your story.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Tina. I appreciate the comment.

[Tina Kline]

You're very welcome.

[Sami Khalil]

A very beautiful and romantic personal story and ending. You share those valuable memories with the wonderful longing of the sea with its ebb and flow. Very good, sir....:)))))

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sami. I appreciate the comment my friend.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ....:))))))

[Pryde Foltz]

The Pacific ocean was dancing and singing to him. He loved the Winters in Monterey. The Winter storms were tempting and dangerous. He brought his suicide board and body suit to keep the cold at-bay. He was waiting for the crazy surfers. They would come later. They knew where the waves were at their peak. He loved to test the Pacific ocean. He felt smaller and safer in her arms.

A beautiful Naturalistic write ... speaking of the wildness of the sea and the hearts of men:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pryde. If I live long enough. I will become the poet by the sea.

[Pryde Foltz]

I guess I already am ... lucky me:)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are very lucky my friend. I decided to become the lake St. Clair poet for awhile.

[Pryde Foltz]

That sounds most lovely:)

[Ardra]

The sea is near. The Poet solitude friend. She was always waiting for him, like a jealous lovers not willing to release his love. He loved the sea for she was free and never tamed....... what a nice way to describe sea ..... loved it ; you are my perfect storm..... your words are so romantic.... loved every bit of this creation.... :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ria. I appreciate the comment.

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

Great work there. The ending is so sweet. You could see everything happening before your eyes. Very well written. Keep writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Vatsal. I appreciate the comment.

[Irenic]

It is a very beautiful piece. especially these lines:
The Pacific ocean was dancing and singing to him. He loved the Winters in Monterey. The Winter storms were tempting and dangerous. He brought his suicide board and body suit to keep the cold at-bay. He was waiting for the crazy surfers. They would come later. They knew where the waves were at their peak. He loved to test the Pacific ocean. He felt smaller and safer in her arms.

Thanks for sharing it with all of us. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Irenic]

welcome my friend :)

[Einstein Noodle]

i love Monterey ..a wonderful Pacific for sure .. your story brought up lots of good memories from there .. i was on the fence throughout the read ..first i would tip left ..then right ..then wobble in the middle .. very happy she, the surfer, became his most perfect storm ... not the sea!
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

Both were perfect. Nothing better than to dance upon the Winter storms and know real peace in the arms of the sea. Thank you Einstein for reading and the comment.

[Einstein Noodle]

well that is true ...as long as one can float! :)

[Ted Kniffen]

Love may come and go, but the sea is always there, and like any good love, powerful and dangerous. Good write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ted. I agree.