Some mini-poetry. We are, what we became.

August new poetry number thirty...

We are, what we became...

1- They tried to shame her, they could not.

She saw in their dirty eyes,

whiskey, sin and sadness.

She knew what she wanted, and she took it.

With her devilish smile,

she told me often.

You are dirty with sin, and you do not care.

I like this my dear friend,

we have nothing to hide now.

2- She loved the mystery and secrets in my face, in my eyes.

She was a painter of the sea; she was a painter of faces with a million journeys.

She would touch my face and she would tell me.

I see everything Johnnie, you had done.

You are filled with gin, hate and anger.

You are real and I love this.

I don't like softness in people,

crying people make me sick.

I have eaten dirt and I have learned to enjoy the taste.

You have eaten dirt too and you have lived in the s**t of life.

You have learned to eat the s**t and still seek to live and laugh.

We are soulmates seeking the sea

and the calmness of the whiskey thoughts.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Writergurl]

You have eaten dirt too and you have lived in the s**t of life.
You have learned to eat the s**t and still seek to live and laugh.
We are soulmates seeking the sea
and the calmness of the whiskey thoughts.

love this part, Wow, such a tale here, vivid imagery.
kind of sad in a way as well. Nicely written

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. We learn many lessons and we must go forward. I appreciate the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

Whiskey thoughts....often people are forced into having only those thoughts because life has pushed them around for too many years. If a person is filled with hate and anger, it is usually because of experience. Experience is not always kind. Your poetry is so real, John...so filled with imagery. I like it a lot. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lydia. Sometimes we forget things and the whiskey thoughts, can bring them to life again.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Life’s experiences make us form us mould us yes are us
It’s when that life experience destroys our soul it’s a major war of wills to change our behaviour and emotions etc eg from war,abuse,poverty, great loss etc

Enjoyed all your write thank you John
Hope you well

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Julie. Life is lesson and more lessons. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Stella Armour]

we are often what life makes us along the journey and too often the journey is so tough and hard that is what we become for self preservation..
"She was a painter of the sea, she was a painter of faces with a million journeys."
Love that line ..

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Stelle for reading and the comment. Our faces can tell the stories of our life.