The painted memories..

September poetry number twenty..

The painted memories..

Mia, the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. She love to paint the sea and the faces of people. She told me often. Johnnie, we need painted memories for our heart and our mind. We need to remember the labyrinth of wandering the ancient cities where we tried to get lost in. We need to remember the midnight kisses and we need to listen to the music of the sea. You and me, we love the violinist and the pianist who can make us wander away to better place, make us dream, the great dream.

We need to remember the exquisite soft kisses and dancing with a lover, near the sea. We need to create new stories with every new day and we must seek the beautiful places. You and me had found the Big Sur hidden waterfall and we fell in love with her. We tried to swim in the dangerous Big Sur sea. We were so brave and so foolish.

We need the stories dear friend. When we are old and gray. We shall know, we had lived, we had loved and we adored the beauty of nature. 

We will have our painted memories in our heart, in our minds. These memories will become our wealth in old age.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, we must become the artists of our own lives. We must write of or paint the things that made those lives worth living. Not the money we made, not the elections we won, only the things that brought us joy. These are the subjects of our art.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my kind friend. We do create our world and thank you for reading and the comment.

[W. Barrett Munn]

You meet such interesting people. And write about it so well.

Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, my friend. For 15 years, I roamed with the Army. I was lucky. The Army station me in California, Texas and Georgia. I met many kind people.

[ROSALIND]

Beautiful sentiments warm words

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, Rosalind. I appreciate the comment.