The empty jars..A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust thinking too much.The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles. She told me on a cold Winter morning, I store my dreams in the old mason jars. Each one is filled with light and darkness. Each one filled with leaves, letters or flowers. Each one holding a memory. I will need to hold one day again. She organized the old empty whiskey bottles. She filled them with the sand from the Pacific. She stared at them and she told me. The whiskey bottles are leftover memories, I cannot forget. I put sand into them to remind me. I had befriended the sea and we have drank too much whiskey. She talks to the ravens and she whispered secret to them and the quiet night. She adored the singing owls and the owls whisper to her. Tales of miracles. She told me tonight. No death tonight the owl told me. it is time to escape into the night and find the sea. Create more memories for my mason jars.. Dancing Coyote
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Added on April 5, 2023Last Updated on April 5, 2023 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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