Sweet Peggy..

August poetry number twenty-nine.)

Sweet Peggy…

 She is sitting alone, in the warm Florida’s December rainy evening.

 She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics.

She is hungry, desperate and passionate.

Her dreams are confused, twisted and  never fulfilled.

Her dreams got twisted,
goals got lost somewhere.
Her destiny took her to places that left her empty and alone.

    Loneliness, desire and  reaching out too late.
    Left her stone cold today.

   She is hopeless, afraid and she is dreaming of love lost.
   Leaving her wishing to had held on to a old lover and friend.

   She called me on the phone,
   she asked me, please come to me, I am alone and afraid. And I went to her.
   I stayed with her for two weeks, trying to find sweetness in a sad tale to be written.
   I left her alone. I knew hard to find kindness and love.
   When the highway is blocked by disappointment and fear.

Time, age and wisdom is learn with pain and many tests. Most of us shall fail.

    Love, forgiveness and sadness is all we have left.

Beautiful Peggy loved the whiskey, she love the sin and

she didn’t love me no-more.

Her eyes were cold/lonely and she told me.

If you need me, I am waiting by the sea for you.

                  John Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Hi John,
You are definitely a story teller... This short story with a beginning, middle and end is so tragic. Rather than post it as a poem you might want to consider posting it as a story.
It is so difficult when you want to help...and you try your very best but the person saying that she is afraid and lonely really doesn't want to change. Especially, with any addiction...
Enjoyed the read,
Lisa, now back home from Galicia

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Lisa. You are right. We must repair ourselves. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Lisasview]

You are most welcome..
Lisa, drying figs from our huge tree in our air fryer

[John the Baptist]

A really sad case depicted here. The lady was passionate and liked her whiskey, but now she is alone and bitter. She held on to a past that was painful and apparently never made room for change. Some cannot emotionally let the dead bury the dead. Tragic.

[Coyote Poetry]

It is my friend. You can't be saved unless, you want to be saved. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Betty Hermelee]

A sad tale of an extremely lonely woman who is messed up in the mind, a lost, hopeless soul...." her dreams got twisted" and although she reached out for help, it must have been too late... you tried to help her for two weeks with you courage and care... but to no avail...she loved whisky and sin, but unfortunately, not you...though you tried your best....she will wait by the sea for you... that is her solace...
Nice write John
Best, B.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Betty. Sometimes, we don't want happiness. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome John!!!
Best, B

[Relic]

"Time, age and wisdom is learn with pain and many tests. Most of us shall fail."

This is so true. With a hard life often comes disappointments and loneliness. Woman who live this lifestyle will seldom find the love they're looking for. Is it something in the genes? Something learned over time? I don't know, but I've seen it too many times.

You never disappoint with your writing, Coyote. Great job. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. Most of us learn in old age.