I adore you

Just words

                     


                          I adore you

Perfect beauty resting in my arms and I whispered a quiet prayer.
"I love your face.
I love hearing your sweet and gentle voice.
I love  when you laugh and when you cry.
You are a blessing to a man who needed kindness and love.
You are turbulent water and dangerous sea.
Dear Paloma.
You are my morning star and the shining moon on a clear night.
I shall love you forever and a day."

Beautiful Paloma turned to me and she whispered.
"Dear Poet.
You are my life giving blood.
You have saved me and I'm blessed to be able to look into your hazel eyes.
You taught me.
Love is life and life is love.
I was going to exiled life and give-up.
You wouldn't allow me to die.
You made me understand, we must endure pain to know sweetness.
We must know lost to know victory.
I'm the Poet's love and thankful."

Old poet hold his dear love closer and he whispered.
We must discard the past and celebrate the good days and nights.
Dear Paloma. You are my light and joy in the darkness of this world.

                    John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

For my book. Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Kibbles and Quips]

When someone does a thoughtful review on any of my pieces I always make a point to read a few of theirs and review at least one. With that said, thank you for reviewing mine because then I most likely wouldn't have come across this.

It's been awhile, I must admit, since I have read something of yours. I don't come on here too often these days. I must say your rhythm and flow has definitely improved and so has your imagery. Additionally, the conceit of the narrator is well defined and his language doesn't waver.

There are only minor things I would recommend and they're merely quick edits.

The line,
"I was going to exiled life and give-up"
if you are saying that Paloma is heading to the life of an exile then the language is then a bit off.

Perhaps a simple fix like,
"I was going into exiled life and give-up"

And then the following stanza I think you meant that the "Old poet held his dear love..." simple tense fix.

Anywho, thanks for giving me the motivation to seek out your work. It's been too long. Also, thanks for reminding about pairing music with poetry. It was quite refreshing.

Thanks again,
Kenn.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for helping. I need a editor. I will repair on Wednesday.

[Paul Bell]

Great poem, John. Some people put themselves out there whatever the costs. This usually results in death. As in your poem. But without those people.
We really just become savages.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. Few people brave enough to stand for the right. Thank you Paul for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Weeping willow]

Beautiful write;-] I love the feelings in this poem.It falls across the heart,melting the words;-]

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Weeping willow]

Welcome ;-}

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... the evil in this world is so dark and cruel.... Only a poet such as yourself can dedicate a poem to a beautiful young woman of passion and life, whose life was made brief by an encounter of evil. This story has stirred my emotions as few stories have ever overtaken me before. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

The book for Susana Chavez. A Mexican Poet killed for standing for the helpless. Thank you Pat for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Tony Jordan]

A supremely talented performer John.
My own favourite is Suzanne Vega.
Their music is a beacon in time of darkness - a solace.
In an ideal world she would get to read this tremendous homage...maybe one day dear poet.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like Suzanne Vega too. Thank you Tony for reading and the comment.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has you brand on it Coyote. That heady mix of good and bad and love that endures. Paloma has been in your previous writes and I am guessing she had/has meaning to you?

[Coyote Poetry]

Paloma is the main character in my new book I'm writing. The story is based om the Mexican Poet killed in Mexico for writing about the young Mexican girl stolen, put in slave labor and murdered. Susana Chavez was her name. Cut off her hands and feet. Put on the four corners of Mexico and poked her eyes out. A talented and brave lady she was. Can allow her to be forgotten. Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate John.

[JordanStories]

Awww this is such a beautiful poem!!

[Coyote Poetry]

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