Remember to forget- part two

Can we escape our memory. No.

"I like the way your name
tastes in my mouth."

Green

Remember to forget.

1- Regards to a old memory.

Once your name, made me smile.

Once your sweet voice. Made me know joy.

Once we knew the taste of love.

2- Drinking alone,

dancing alone.

Praying alone and

wishing to be, not alone.

3- My dearest love,

you became my bone-yard prayer.

Once love captured,

now dispersed into the storm of life.

4- Once we held a wild and free love.

Once we danced for the sea and

now I dance alone.

my only friend left, the damn whiskey.

5- Please pretty lady,

forgive me what I will do.

I am weighted down with poor memories.

You can't save a man, who do not want to be saved.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Thank you dear Green for her motivation to write.

Reviews

[Green]

I am honored to know that I could motivate anyone else to write. That's a very high compliment.

It is somewhat bittersweet that so often our happy memories can also become some of our sad ones. I often find myself holding on to the hope, though, that by making something good out of it in writing maybe it'll all be somehow worth it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Green. Us, who love to write. We need to release to paper. Some kind of peace, I believe. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... many people have love affairs, as though they were composing Music.
They seem to Dance to Romance as though Life were a Stage in a Theatre. You write Poetry
as a Play to be performed in a Theatre.... at least some of your Poetry. It keeps me Young at Heart.
Tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear Pat. I appreciate the comment my dear friend.

[Ken e Bujold]

the line bone yard prayer is worth the price of admission to this gem. An amazing metaphor. I'll ask in advance, may i borrow at some point in time, promise to treat it with utmost respect

[Coyote Poetry]

Of course, Ken. Thank you for reading and the comment.