The song of the living

Just words

                          The song of the living

The song of the living, the song of the dead

Songs sung to celebrate life and death.

I knew a Scotland beauty. She was a rare flower.
Pretty as she could be.
The sun caressed and loved her daily.
The gentle rain gave her life blood and strength.

Many came to see her.
She was a shining star in a world of darkness.
They adored her and worship her perfection and her beauty.

Like all flowers. In the Fall.
She would slowly die and many would mourn her death.
But they knew.

The dear rose would bloom in the Spring.
She would bless her world with her kind smile and her gentle voice.

                         John Castellenas/Coyote


                 

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love the way you juxtapose "life" and "death" in this poem, as if two parts of an old vine that grows together, not to be separated. Always love the affection in your words, whenever you write about someone dear in your life, so palpable are your feelings of attachment to everyone that's touched your life (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Margie. The Scottish girl was my one true love and like the foolish days of youth. We learn too late.

[poetgurl]

The dear rose would bloom in the Spring.
She would bless her world with her kind smile and her gentle voice

Love this part, this is so wonderful I enjoyed this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Poet. In 1979. Almost marry a Scotland beauty. Now a muse and a wish.

[Falcon1]

Coyote Such a stunning poem I love flowers and nature poems too They remind me of God's love sent from me to you and the spirit of the human race that is seeming like dying but I still hold on to a warm embrace Of love one and Friend at my expense God shows his love in so many way you must open your eyes and ears to see and hear it in this world Many are turning their backs away from God I must reach them before it too late. God Bless You Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Your pictures are like windows into your heart my friend. All of your muses still live there as you immortalize them in your beautiful poetry. You speak of their essence, their songs of life and love. And we that read, will never forget them...

[Coyote Poetry]

Us writers. Keep old faces and memories alive. Thank you Annette for reading and the comment.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You are very very welcome Coyote!

[Najam Us Saher]

Heart touching words. Lovely comparison of a flower. I enjoyed reading this.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Najam Us Saher]

It is my pleasure reading.