Promises made and promises broken. Left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and drank strong drink in 40 countries. Years later I sat outside your house and I saw you and your baby girl. Dancing and so damn happy.
My regret is I never said goodbye to you. You were the girl I dreamed about for 10 years and I never stopped to appreciate your kindness given. I remembered I sat and watched you from a distance. I left you be. Sad books and story need to be closed forever. I had no words to say to a kind woman who try to hold down a hurricane.
Today I sit in a South American tavern. I wonder did Hemingway miss anything? Did he yearn for a sweet woman somewhere? Did you wished he held on to someone?
I go outside. Allow the tropical heat to warm-up my mind and body. I tell the night stars. I'm sorry for being a man who loved no-one, who love the new cities and who wanted the sea. He wanted the mountains and the kiss of strangers. Dear Michigan. I did not forget you.
I like the angles you used here. Firstly, the woman/city, but also the return. Most people think about the place that means most from a distance, as you did, but for the story to unfold as you being returned was a very nice touch indeed. I think Hemingway would have had his own reflections and if only's too.
your poetry's are more like spoken words, & i figured out, they're usually based on ur world-war time. seems, it impacted on u badly. nicely spelled out.
Posted 8 Years Ago
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8 Years Ago
Been a war-like world for too long and I appreciate the comment.
Your story is well written and beautifully told. I found this a pleasure to read.The emotions that are spread around makes this a winning piece,Thanks, for sharing,
Wow! So beautiful!I love how you are able to capture what you've hear and create such a lovely story very well written and beautifully told. Love your ingenuity!
Posted 8 Years Ago
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8 Years Ago
Thank you LM. Real life showed us too late. We held love and we lost her.
Hello, Coyote! :)
This is quite a story! Regrets are rough and it's too easy to collect them.
Your storytelling is very calming. The scenes and emotions are strong.
I like the angles you used here. Firstly, the woman/city, but also the return. Most people think about the place that means most from a distance, as you did, but for the story to unfold as you being returned was a very nice touch indeed. I think Hemingway would have had his own reflections and if only's too.
This is a stellar piece of work, my brother.
Pieces like this, ones that tell a story and carry the reader alongside them, are some of my absolute favorites. I felt like I was riding shotgun with you, in the passenger seat to witness snapshots of your life.
Awesome writing, Coyote.
A Poet and writer who love to read and write.
My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words.
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