Wild Irish Rose...

July poetry twenty-eight...

Wild Irish Rose..

  Pretty gal with emerald eyes and the sweetest voice I ever heard. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You can't out-run the devil and the Wild Irish Rose won't save you. She will kill you. I looked into her wild eyes and I told her. It is okay dear Marcella Beatrice, some men run from death and some men run toward death. I have danced with death and in my time. Only the Wild Irish Rose stayed with me. She told me. Dark poet, you cannot save the things lost and gone. Life is in the front of us. Yesterday, just lessons for us to be kinder.

She demanded my attention and she asked me. Please read to me some of your poetry. Please read something to me to make me smile, please read something to make me cry. You are the Monterey word man hiding by the sea. Let's find Big Sur. Be wild and crazy again. Drink a bottle of sweet red wine and create a new canvas of where two people found the sea and were the lone dancers for the stars. Became brave again. 

Beneath the softness of her eyes, I held the Wild Irish Rose tighter. I told her. You are fearless, beautiful and a wonder. Why do you want to save me? I am the drunk poet who love the silence and the song of the sea. Maybe I can't be saved? I left everyone, I loved and now. I sing to the Goddess of the sea.

She tasted the Wild Irish Rose and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You can't stop a hurricane and you can't a woman from loving you. You befriended me, you have listen to me and you held me in the midnight hours when I wanted to cry. Once on the Seaside beach, you found me and you handed me a bottle of the Wild Irish Rose. I remember you told me. Good to drink, when the heart is sad. Make you meaner and stronger. The f**k you attitude will make you get up and leave the s**t behind. Then you walked away, knowing I needed silence. Today I have some sweet red wine and a three day weekend. Highway One is calling us. I won't walk away Johnnie.

Beneath her emerald eyes, I saw the softness, I saw the kindness and she knew. Honey and sugar can save a man. I told her. You are a hell-storm and I do love the great storms. Dear Marcella Beatrice. I will share the sweet red wine with you and we will find Big Sur. Maybe the Dark Poet will find a place where life is okay.

She tossed the Wild Irish Rose to the sea and she embraced me. She told me. Life is trickery and when I was at a dead-end. You smiled, tapped my back and you told me. Drink the the Wild Irish Rose and get harder. I did and I befriended you. Now the Summer days are here and you and me. We will become giants fearing nothing no-more. Create a new canvas of two people knowing life is the sea, kisses and slow dances. We won't accept less.

I told her okay, my beautiful Marcella Beatrice.

Coyote

Author's Note

For my sweet Italy girl, Marcella Beatrice who saved me in 1992.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

The Sea has a way of embracing Lovers... sweet Taffy kisses and romps in the Waves. Always be Brave and remember the Days of your green-eyed Beauty with a generous Soul. A "love song" and a Lullaby. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat for reading and the comment. You are right dear friend. We need the kindness of good days.

[Robert Haigh]

A poem full of romance, honesty and hope! Whether a love affair lasts for just a short while or for a lifetime, it can save us from our demons, and the sweet memory is there forever! An enjoyable read, my friend!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Robert and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.