Beatrice Marcella, my Winter storm..

April poetry number twenty-eight.

Beatrice Marcella, my Winter storm…

Dante’s Beatrice left him to swim in the misery of so close and so far away. She allowed him to travel to hell and back to find her. His misery taught him and us. Best to try to live a good life than swim in the pits of hell.

Today I remember my dear Beatrice Marcella, my Winter storm of 1993. Wandering Italian lady who love to dance in city of San Francisco, drink the tequila near the Pacific oceans and she loved to laugh. She taught me life need to be a great adventure.

I learn by many dances with kind and pretty Beatrice. Women, are not for men to understand. You can hold a woman, you can believe you know her. You learn, women are a story for men never to grasp.

Woman can conceal, inspire and create divine emotions for a lucky man. If she desired.

I tell the young in heart, life is seconds, minutes and hours that goes so damn fast. We need to celebrate the warmest days, the sweetest kisses and the days, when love is near.

When love is near, we are alive.

Being in the sanctuary of a woman’s arms, with the blessing of love. kindest and sweetest days, we shall know.  Wise men know, you can’t control love. A woman decide if we can know the utopia of love embrace, can taste the ambrosia of her skin and kiss.

Dante taught me, love can be sweet, love can damn us forever in the pit of sorrow. But if we don’t join the dance, feel the heat, feel the burn. Did we live?

And we need the kindness of kind women. Thank you Beatrice Marcello. I would tell her, if I could. Now I dance with my wild five grandchildren.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Neville]

through your words Coyote, it would be so very easy to fall for Beatrice Marcella myself .. for such is the power of your pen sir ... Neville :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You would had loved her. Filled with energy. But a wild gal who loved to travel. Thank you Neville for reading and the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

why is it that some women do want us to travel to hell and back for them?

to prove what?
I have to admit...I have known a few women I would be more than happy to do that for.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hemingway's Agnes, Dante's Beatrice. Us men, we have the memory of a love, that could not be. Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment.