Purgatory Inn and no place to go.

Old memories get better with time.

                           






















 Purgatory Inn and no place to go.

I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.
Bartender keep them coming.
They love the big tippers.
Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.
Safe place for a man who wants nothing.

I roll the simple purple stone in my hand.
An old souvenir from a old war.
A purple crystal given to me by a kind memory.
Now feeling like a brick.
So heavy with sadness and loss.

I hold the necklace like a rare stone. 
The necklace is pretty worthless in value.
Except to my heart and memory.
I remember when a beautiful red haired girl took the necklace
off my neck. Put it on around her  neck. Promised me forever.
Then wrapped her body around me.
She whispered. "Live with me and be my love."

Blind obsession led me into the splendor of passion and desire.
With trembling steps of emotion and hunger. Walls of fear fell away and
we became one.

Love is like a Rose. It will rise then fall.
The rose will rebirth if we are lucky and overcome memories and pain.

The mystery of love is for the few to understand.
Love will die and rise many times in a lifetime.
My blue eyed beauty kissed me. Put my necklace of stone in my hands.
I watched my blue eyes girl walk away.
I wanted war and travel and she wanted real life and babies.

I found a strange peace in the Purgatory Inn.
No-one asked questions. No-body wanted too much.
I have many good memories to keep me safe and protected.

I offered the necklace back to my red haired girl.
She told me to keep the purple crystal. Hold it for her.
For somehow she knew the necklace is the only thing I would hold
precious in the darkness of the tavern and time. 

I have been to hell and back.
Funny the bad memories are erased by the thoughts of a red hair beauty.
Whispering "I love you my wandering soldier."

                                  Coyote
                              1992/2012

Author's Note

A old poem written in 1992 with more skill I hope. Any mistakes. Please assist a old Poet.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Coyote,
Old memories and experiences are the threads woven through our lives. We are complex and this is the stepping stone of understanding the plight as well as being able to help those we encounter. Bless you in your great poetry sir! blessings Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kathy. I appreciate the kind words.

[Sukriti Suki]

This is deep. It took me along with your words. It is inspiring and very nostalgic.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sukriti for reading and the comment.

[Dark Tower]

This is such a beautiful piece. Regret is an unfortunate residue from many if not all the choices we make in our lives. No matter what road we take we will always wonder what could have been,

[NeiL ArandA]

I wonder is there really such a Purgatory Inn ? God checked me in and out there so many times. It was called Second Chance Inn then ... Beautiful piece Cayote Poetry...

[Coyote Poetry]

Second chance Inn would be filled with many of us. Thank you for reading and comment.

[Tom]

May I quote Shakespeare; " It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" !

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. I wouldn't trade my apart away. Most of us must learn by trial and error. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Tom]

So true Sir !

[Lydia Shutter]

So much heartbreak in your words. Memories of happier times and regret for what once was or could have been. Drinking those Long Island iced teas might dull the pain of loss for a while, but with or or without that purple stone, you will always remember. Such honest emotion in every line of this one. Well written. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. Most of us had to learn the hard way. Few people will enter our life and be kind to us.

[Dhaye]

The never ending story of a wandering soul. LOL. You're a loving person, CP. That's why you always have that memory anywhere you go. But you're right...old memories get better with time.

Nice piece. No wonder why it has been viewed thousand times and got many reviews. Excellent!

[Ian Faraway]

The imagery of this poem was so well done that I could picture it vividly in my own head as if the memory was my own. I've always enjoyed your poems, Coyote. They're real memories mixed with metaphors to further intensify the emotions of them. J'adore! -Ian

[De 'Anthony Subban II]

i like you choice

[Valentine]

Much depth and also much sadness in your writing..For me it hurts to read it as so many of us do have there minds locked in past events and cannot move on into the future..You have depth to your writing..Kathie