Slow down...A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful Imany made me write the poem. Slow down... Messed up life, messed up days and messed up nights. Now the quiet nights making me turn into a madman. I hear the whispers of kind people telling me. Slow down Johnnie, please slow down Johnnie. Stop and think. Find the sea, find the deep forest. Pray to the Goddess of nature. Once wild man forgot his dreams and he see a stranger looking back in the mirror. Once he loved love, once he wanted to find new cities. Now he linger in distance memories and he became old. He hear the whispers in the dark. Kind voice of a gentle woman, who held his hands and she told him. Slow down my love, Slow down my beautiful man. Let's find the sea and please whisper my name to the night. Maybe we need less, Johnnie? Maybe we have what we need? Once poet of the light became the poet of the dark. And he wonder. Did Hemingway get tire? He closes his eyes and he remember his dear grandmother telling him. Johnnie, please slow down. Life is more than minutes. Life is months, life is years. Do what you can. This will be enough. The mad poet went to Lake St. Clair and he pray to St. Clara de Pobre. Dear Clara, thank you for the lake. Thank you for a safe place to gather my thoughts. I will do better. Coyote
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5 Reviews Added on October 23, 2023 Last Updated on October 23, 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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