She was a sea dancer..A Poem by Coyote PoetryApril is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-seven.She was a sea dancer… (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-seven.) She was a painter, part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she would paint the faces of people near on the Monterey pier. She sought laughter and kind people. I was a drunk, I was the bar-poet. The sea seeker and I loved the silence. She wanted to save her world, she wanted to save me. She wanted to make me smile and laugh. She would find me in the Irish Tavern and she would take my hands and we would find the River Inn at Big Sur. She told. Dear poet, dear Johnnie. Please allow me to paint your face at Pfeiffer beach. I want my insane poet near the dangerous sea together forever. We would drink the sweet wine in early afternoon and we would go to Pfeiffer beach. We would climb into the dangerous rocks and allow the waved to spray us with the ocean water. The coldness of the sea would awake our spirits. She told me. I know you seek death. I do see heavy sadness in your eyes. You have volunteered for every conflict for four years. You believe, you do not need love. Johnnie, we need love. The whiskey won’t heal you. You must learn to love again. She would go to the open sea and dance for the goddess of the sea. She was so beautiful, she was so wonderful. I told the goddess of the sea. Please give me one more day with dear Beatrice. My kindest friend, I do adore. Dancing Coyote © 2024 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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Added on April 30, 2024Last Updated on April 30, 2024 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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