Dreaming of Scotland

For a sweet woman. I won't forget.

                       Dreaming of Scotland

She was as pretty as a picture.
Fate had brought her to me at a dark tavern in Germany.
Her raging brown eyes and
auburn hair across gentle and soft shoulders.
Her fragrance of flowers open my senses to her beauty.

Her Scottish accent made me wish to hear her sweet voice.

I was told to be kind to her.
Love was dead to me.
I was infected with rage and hate.

I tried to escape her beautiful face.
Drinking and trying to blind my hunger for happiness.
She found me at the tavern.

She wrapped her arms around me.
Kissed my neck, face and lips.
She whispered "Love is a powerful storm.
Please don't speak and allow us to love."

In the mist of softness and opening new doors to joy and bliss.
Sometime you forget to create a safety net to protect  yourself
 and your sweet love.

A warm Germany summer allow two people to fall into the mercy
of a sweet love. Swim in the gifts young hearts can understand .

Summer was ending.
My Scotland beauty was going home.

She told me of Scotland.
The beauty of the country and the good people.

I told her.
I wanted her forever.
I talked of marriage.

Love took my hand.
She whispered.
"We had a short time to stay together.
I allow you into my heart. Sometime words don't mean a lot.
Love never does died. It only falls  asleep till we can open the
door again."

She went home.
I got lost in the booze and liquor.
Allowed the deserved load of pain to overtake my kindness.

I still went to the small lake.
And I dream of Scotland.

                     Coyote
                     2010

Author's Note

A old story from 1979. If you see mistakes. I appreciate the help.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I like the general write but the piece has tense issues which need to be resolved. It jumps from present to past tense and back like a cricket on a hot stove. You should pick one tense and try to stick to it throughout the verse. You should try also to avoid punctuating fragments but add them as coherent parts of sentences within the write. An example is this, "Her raging brown eyes." This is not a sentence but a fragment. Since a period ends a sentence it has no place at the end of a fragment, do you see? It would be better to say, "She had raging brown eyes and auburn hair across..." and make both those fragments one sentence.
The sentiments expressed are lovely but the form and structure of the write need work. "To write is human; to edit divine" Stephen King You have such a beautiful and natural gift for words and expressions and you have exceptional talent as a writer but it does not replace skill at a craft which requires it. Good writing is a craft, make no mistake. Tense and syntax and semantics may seem like boring considerations but they are tools. And if you've ever worked on anything you know that you can't do the job without the right tool. Writing is no different. So...familiarize yourself with the tools of your trade and you can become an expert craftsman and wordsmith easily with your already impressive natural talent for the job. Peace my friend, F.G.

[Norma M Sutton]

This is nice. Thanks for sharing it.

[Onyx_Rayne]

"In the mist of softness and opening new doors to joy and bliss.
Sometime you forget to create a safety net to protect yourself
and your sweet love."

I think these words sum up the entire poem. Sometimes we fall in love in an instant and we "forget" that we don't want it. We "forget" that our hearts are hardened.

While this speaks of loss of love and that is sad... still I take joy in the time of love and joy that they did share.

"Love never does die. It only falls asleep till we can open the
door again." .... words filled with truth.

The flow and imagery are perfect in this piece. It truly is an honor to have read it.... Excellent :)

[KaySea]

this was so cute. nice work my friend

[Awdures]

A beautiful tale written of love lost John, it was thoroughly wonderful to read. I always wonder with your work are you actually giving us a little of your life history and that makes the reading even more pleasurable having recounted something so strong. And especially for a fellow celt ;)

[Anthony M Smith Jr]

I thought this was a very powerful poem with feelings I could myself understand. Speaking from your heart will never do you wrong. What if? Why ask, I say! Your paths crossed and now your better for it Thanks for sharing your feelings through your words.("Love is a powerful storm.
Please don't speak and allow us to love.") Life and Light!
TT-TTO-NI-K
Elk

[The Analog Kid]

A beautiful poem. Nice imagery. What a grat memory to look back on, right? Love softened your rage and hate for a moment in time.

[Sheila Kline]

A sweet memory of one who slipped away never to be forgotten! You have once again captivated us with a story of love from your "memory bank"!
Wonderful!!

[Cheyenne]

And yet another poem that i positively LOVE!! Its wonderful!!!

[Andrew Wright]

I can see nothing in this poem except the sheer beauty you have rent from your own life and painted for us to see. And for that I thank you.

[Huggy Bear]

Your life should be a movie. It is that fascinating