Dead flowers and verbal poetry.

Attempt at verbal poetry.

Dead flowers

 

I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning face, drink the fresh coffee and to hear your voice again.

 

We were great lovers once and we faded to needed friends. You brought the coffee, wearing t-sheet and barefoot. You sat with me and I reached over and I brought your feet to my lap. I caressed them and I asked. Are you alright?

 

You smiled and you asked. You miss me honey? I told you many times. Always room for you in my large bed. I called you last night. You sounded somber and I heard the bar songs. Johnnie, you know I hate picked flower and I love the plant of the rosemary. You know my heart, in and out. Johnnie, we must bury the dead flowers. War, regret and lost, we have known. You have been my only friend. Old house is empty without you. You and I need to sing our songs again.

 

I lay my head into your lap and you caressed me like a child and sang.

 

”
Baby, love, sweet friend.
Close your eyes,
relax the mind.
We will be alright.
Stay with me tonight,
stay with me tomorrow,
stay with me till the end of time.
You and I.
Only peace we shall find.
Baby, love, sweet friend.
All of us are alone.
All of us need a kind voice and love near.”

 

The morning sun is rising and two people holding silence and love tightly,
waiting for a miracle and the blessing of love.

 

Johnnie

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Neville]

You just nailed it with this one Johnnie C.... Dead Flowers & verbal Poetry will do for me any day of the week, or year for that matter... too good for just New Years eve.. bless ya friend, poet and brother.. I raise my glass to you and wish you all the very best for 2019.... N :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville. Happy New year and I appreciate the comment.

[Neville]

my pleasure Johnnie C as always... N

[Crosby Idasa]

Stay with me till the end of time... That statement gave me joy! Nice write up

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Crosby. I appreciate your comment.

[h d e rushin]

ohh, I love this. / and I keep reading it over and over...dana

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[barleygirl]

To me, ALL writing is spoken/verbal writing. I don't know why some think of this as a newfound genre. I read my own words many times, over & over, becuz it's important to me, how it sounds. To me, the sound is just as important as the meaning. So that's my diatribe about that. As for your poem, the prose part is even more expressive than you usually are (very good) & the poetry part is more of a rhyming riff than what we usually see from you & that's fun! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Margie. I agree with you. Written or verbal. The words should dance.

[Jade]

Awww, this is so touching and so well written. I enjoyed reading this Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Brandie. Happy New year and I appreciate the comment.