A canvas of you.

September poetry number five.

A canvas of you.

A pretty gal sat with me, holding my hands and I told her.  You are my extraordinary gal. You love the sea, you love the ancient writers and you never lose  a game of chess, we play. With you near. I forget my noisy memories and I become lost in your beautiful eyes and the gentleness of your voice. If I could paint a canvas of you. I would have you alone with the Big Sur in the background. Reading a book with your strong pale legs dancing with the wind and being sun kissed by the California sun. I would have your face adoring the sea, like a content mermaid.

She smiled and she told me. To erase the noisy memories, we need to create pretty pictures and we need to create new memories to overtake the the noise of yesterday. You are my Friday night sea dancer and you are my Saturday/Sunday sea walker who loved the coffee at 6 am and finding the jewels of the sea. You always allow me to win in chess, If I could paint the perfect canvas of beauty. It would be you sitting with me by the Big Sur sea, holding my hands and reading Oscar Wilde book "The picture of Dorian Gray and Jack London book "When Gods laugh".  We would travel to Paris in Hemingway book "A moveable feast." This would be my pretty memory.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Coyote we all need to make pleasant memories to replace those ones which filter through that we would prefer to forget. Your pretty gal here knew how to do that. The two of you together building new memories. Really enjoyed the read.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. In one week. I will retire 100%. I will finish five short stories and edit my 2500 poems. I have 20 short stories done. Maybe I will find the sea and maybe. I will find kind people who love books, conversation and a chess game.

[Chris Shaw]

I wish you a very happy retirement doing all the things you love in an environment you love. Good luck getting all your writing in order. Hard work. I have to do that too. Best wishes Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

It is hard work dear Chris. But I am ready. We must find time before we can't.

[Chris Shaw]

You are so right. After I have sorted out my late mum's affairs, I will give attention to my writing. Likely to be early next tear.