Slow down...

Slow down...

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Beautiful Imany made me write the poem.

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                                               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

© 2023 Coyote Poetry


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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?

I really enjoyed this write so much, especially this part.
love your imagery you write with

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Thank you my dear friend. I appreciate the comment.



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"Once poet of the light became the poet of the dark." i felt this on a whole other level. we take for granted the time we have the mindset to write about how good life is until we cant write about it anymore

Posted 1 Year Ago


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?

I really enjoyed this write so much, especially this part.
love your imagery you write with

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Thank you my dear friend. I appreciate the comment.
I used to hear those very words alot. My mother used to say I looked like I was "killing snakes". Once an employer said as he fired me for the 2nd or 3rd time," Dan you only work 3 days a week, you outsell anyone on the company, but my God I can't have you blowing in here like a tornado, it disrupts everything" loved the poem

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Thank you my friend. A tornado?
I think Hemingway had incredible stamina...but even he got tired at times. Thus, less is more became his mantra.
The lake, your poetry, Coyote
you take us safely even to the darkest places.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Thank you Jacob. Hemingway is a great USA character. He did everything he could do.
This poem about a man's life is so relatable. We realize how we wasted precious moment, months and years. We should have been so grateful for our little blessings, so grateful for that lake. Your words are precious, my friend.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear Divya. I appreciate the comment. Man or woman. We will be tested.

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