Remember you, remember me.

                                    

“Non temere le difficolta’. Anche il mare si serve degli scogli per arrivare in alto”

photo: @lucamagrassi(Thank you Tumblr)

                              Remember you, remember me.


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                            Gin, sin and the sea
You liked the silence and the gin. I loved the sea and your company.
You told me often. "If you expect little. Small chance of knowing hurt and pain. Some of us are like glass.
Easily broken and cannot be repaired."

You sat between my legs and we watched the dancing sea. You loved when the tide took over the beach. You would walk the beach after the tide reversed and find the gifts from the sea.

I told her. Dying fire cannot be reborn. We must open the locked doors and reveal ourselves. She smiled and she kissed me. She whispered to me. "Love promises. Just words said to make someone want more. Only safe place is the gin, the sin and the sea. They keep their promises.
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                                 Shade of love

She painted pretty pictures. She loved to paint the sea, the children and the moon. She told me often. "The sea, the children and the raising moon. Perfect beauty for us to see. Few things in our life are kind and sweet. Dear Poet, you demand little and you give me the shade of love. Love should be kind and vibrant."

I brought her close and I told her. We must laugh and cry often to understand. Life is a wild ride with unknown ending. We must find some joy in life. You create painting that will ever last your name and face. I write words, hoping someone will remember. It is good to know the shade of love. In your eyes, I feel like a Poet. I can accomplish great deeds. I hope your know. I believe you are a gift and miracle to me.

She wrapped her arms around me and she smiled. She whispered. You make the sea more wonderful and the midnight moon shine brighter. I love you dear friend.

                                 John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words

Reviews

[Max Meunier]

i love the way the various bits paint the particular feelings of your experience. you have a wonderful way of honing in on key phrases that contain and convey so much more than the mere words of which they are composed. i particularly loved the sentiment "in your eyes, i feel like a poet". this very concept is to me such a poignant element to all forms of artistry. i am grateful to you for elucidating this concept, for it gives me much to ponder. thank you for sharing your experience through your words. i have great appreciation for your artistry. your words ring true to the human experience.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Max. I appreciate the comment and kind words.

[ManasaC]

I had fun reading it.
"If you expect little. Small chance of knowing hurt and pain. Some of us are like glass.
Easily broken and cannot be repaired."

"I write words, hoping someone will remember"

These lines are awesome...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you ManasaC. I appreciate the comment. I believe most reader love the word and hope. Maybe one poem will be remembered.

[Maria12]

I find it very moving and beautiful.And anything connected to the sea is fascinating.Someone said,
On the sea shores of endless worlds children play.But symbolicaly all artists and writers are on the edge of the great sea within and without ,waiting for gifts to be tossed up by the tide to beb transformed by their craft

[Coyote Poetry]

I was station in Monterey, Ca. for three years. Every free day. I would walk in the early morning, the coastline. Always something to be found.

[Maria12]

How beautiful.The edge of the sea or ocean is a very intriguing place

[Eliot Knight]

Two so very different people yet so alike. Well done!

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Willard Wells]

P5,L3.W26 change to "you". Very nice words of love shared.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Willard for reading and the help. I do appreciate.

[barleygirl]

These two messages seem to be the perfect blend of (1) observing the details of one's surroundings & one's companion . . . and (2) conveying some universal truth thru casual conversation. This is the formula for many of your pieces, but in these two you have done one of the best blends of these elements. I love memorable collections such as "gin, sin, & the sea" . . . or . . . "the sea, children, & the moon" . . . you always manage to name some of my favorite things to write about in such series of descriptions, yet always each one with a unique twist.

[Coyote Poetry]

I appreciate the comment dear friend. Something and words can fall together.

[1VJ]

Your poetry is some of the most heartfelt and passionate writing on the cafe, you are one of my favorites.

Always so much depth in your extraordinarily sensual yet tender sentiments.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Paloma. I appreciate the kind words.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... Your Romantic poetry is worthy of a
Storm at sea when two hearts collide with the crashing
waves of destiny. An artist and a poet can blend until eternity
with days and nights of ecstasy. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pat for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... Your life is a testament to living life
to the fullest. You have a gift of sharing. By rule, Pat

[James]

There is something therapeutic about the sea. i live on the coast and it's just made for romance and emotion. Very nice.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Thank you James for reading and the comment.

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

'I write words, hoping someone will remember.'

Your words will live forever. As long as there is life, for so long also we have stories to tell.

I love the sea, it is in me, a part of me. The song of the sea, I hope that it could lull me to sleep, and wipe away all the sorrow.

Again, a great poem. Keep writing!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sarah. I have my lakes now in Michigan. I try to go the lake daily. I have become the Lake St. Clair Poet.

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

Lake St. Clair Poet, sounds nice. =) Michigan is certainly a beautiful place. We do not have a lake nearby, so I feel like usually somehow 'lost' If I can not get sometimes near water.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the sea but the Great lakes are near.