The dancer

Dreaming of Big Sur.

(Women by the sea Paintings by Inna Montano)

She was a dancer...

She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk.

She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest

and she could paint beautiful faces and beautiful places with her delicate hands.

She sought laughter and the kind people.

I was the bar-room poet, the sea seeker 

and I loved the silence.

She wanted to save her world and I would stay silence.

I wouldn't tell her. I knew. The world doesn't want to be saved.

She wanted to make me smile and she would find me drinking my seven o'clock coffee by the 

Monterey pier. She would take my hands and she told me. No drinking whiskey, no bad attitude

and sweet wine wine at the River Inn.

We would find the River Inn at Big Sur and she would tell me.

Dear Poet. Please allow me to paint your face near the Pfeiffer beach dangerous sea.

We would drink the sweet wines till noon and in the afternoon.

We would go to Pfeiffer beach and we would climb into the rocks.

We allowed the sea to spray us and the Pacific ocean would awake us to

the wonders of our world. The beauty of the sea and the great forest near.

She told me often. I know you seek the good death. Please Johnnie,

better to seek the good life. You volunteer for every conflict and you do not want love.

But dear Johnnie, I will love you anyway and you will love me more than the whiskey.

She would go to the open water and she would dance with the ocean.

She was so beautiful, she was so wonderful and her kindness.

Made me feel human.

I told the Goddess of the sea often. Please give me one more night with dear Tiffany.

Please allow me to be in her eyes and to know peace.

She is my kindest friend and I do adore her.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

one of your very best
I look outside and see the remnants of snow, frost on windshields, barren plant stems and cold, cold temps, all of which disappear as I recall those same coastal places you mention along the California coast, which seem to come alive, all enhanced by the beautiful painting, a work which would be hard to compare.
How fortunate Gainsborough's rejection of blue not being a painting's major color would eventually result in works such as this.
All so very nice.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dave for reading and the comment. I need a warm day and the sea.

[Anita Frader]

This is beautiful and romantic. I was lost in the story. 💛

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Anita. I appreciate the comment.

[Vol]

Coyote,
Nothing better than a good narrative poem... I'm in love with Tiffany and admire how you captured the essence of her message in the lithe dance she does. The image IS the message.
Vol

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Vol for reading and the wonderful comment. I do appreciate.

[red93]

Excellent Work again Coyote. Strangely enough, a female Friend bought me a Bukowski Book recently, and your style is very reminiscent - I enjoyed this a lot ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Coyote Poetry]

I met Bukowski, a long time ago. I didn't know who he was and I had a lot of money to spend on the coastline. We drink and we talked. He read some of my work and he told me. You write like s**t. Live some more, suffer some more and you will write better. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[red93]

Incredible ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ Well this Piece is Excellent IMHO 👍👍👍👍👍

[Thomas W Case]

Beautiful story/poem. You paint the scene well.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Thomas for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Stella Armour]

The painting is so beautiful John, i am sure it is her ....
She loved you if only for a while and that whiskey is always tempting my friend.
Another enchanting love story ... you pen them so well my friend :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Stella. We need to find and know the gentle people my dear friend.

[Stella Armour]

We do John , they are the important factor in our lives...

[Dave]

Surely, surely you didn't let her go! She sounded like the al in all for any man, but especially you.
Tell me you didn't.

Take care - Dave

[Coyote Poetry]

I volunteered for Honduras and I was gone for one year. She is still in Monterey. We need to know the kind and gentle people to keep us even. Thank you Dave for reading and the comment.