Happy or sad.

A poem rewritten.

Happy or sad?

Pretty poet asked,

Monterey dark poet,

are you drinking by the sea tonight?

He looked at her pretty face and

he whispered.

The sea is kind,

always near me now.

Never forsaken me.

She sing me the songs of the sea.

Verses sweet, verses bitter.

Happy or sad,

the sea remembered us.

She laughed at his words and she told him a story.

“Mercy be, mercy not,

we become colder and we become older.

Once a pretty girl loved the ghostly poet and

she watched him dance with the sea from afar.

She wondered was he drowning in madness and she knew.

She held her madness too.

She made plan for a midnight rendezvous and

she brought Irish whiskey and a song to share.

She wore her multi-colored dress,

hoping to bewitch his heart.

She would ask him,

how did you die?”

The ghostly poet of the sea smiled and he told her.

Woman are great storms and as wild as the Pacific.

You honor me with the words.

Happy or sad,

we can be.

I didn’t die pretty poet.

The lucky die young and I am too old to die young.

The cold-hearted people shall die slow and hard.

Please sit with me,

please tell me a story.

Maybe the dead poet can be revived by the sweet voice of a kind lady.

The 3 am stars, the falling moon and the dancing sea.

They smiled/laugh and

they saw the lady of sea,

blessing the slumbering poet and kind woman with the kindness of mercy.

She sang the sound of the sea and they were blessed with

serene place where the heart can grow and heal.

                            Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[keith]

'my madness is mine and yours ... well it's all on you!'
her name is She and you have crafted an excellent write that could be well spoken aloud at a reading
it has cadence all it's own with highs and lows balancing the other
a write well worth reading again and again
as close to masterpiece i will ever see

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Keith. I appreciate the kind words.

[keith]

not kind friend
well-earned well deserved

[Red Brick Keshner]

This read like the tides rising and ebbing the sun's rising and setting bringing a settledness and peace. Thanks for sharing DC/CP

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Frederick. I appreciate the comment.

[Weeping willow]

Enjoyable read my friend, loved the last paragraph --Blessings the slumbering poet and kind woman with the kindness of mercy. She sang the sound of sea and they were blessed with serene place, where the heart can grow and heal ;-} Wonderful words.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend for reading and the comment. A running river, the great lakes and the sea. A place to gather our strength.

[Dave Brown]

Another fine tale
According to our weather man we have a number of those wild women storms soon to hit our shore
more Irish whiskey and songs to share

[Coyote Poetry]

I hope my friend. Irish whiskey, good song and pretty gals are the gold of a life. Thank you Dave for reading and the comment.

[light and ashes]

I enjoyed the write, Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend. I appreciate the comment.

[willweb]

Kind of sad but a happy ending it seems. The sea, a place of comfort and serenity and for some...answers and meanings. Nicely done.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. The Pacific or the Atlantic. Perfect place to gather our mind. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.