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.

[Nicole]

I love this one. This is probably one of my favorite of your works. The last sentence just gave me the chills!!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Coyote, you captured my heart with this one......so beautifully you have written this heartbreaking story.

[KAREN]

I love the story this poem tells. Even though it's said, I can feel the peace that is found within the inn, and the wonderful memories the necklace holds.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

awwwwwww...

...it must have been a deep love you've felt with this girl

[kingblaq]

Great poetic story

[Day]

this is beautiful. I think it could flow better if some punctuation was adjusted (the periods at the end of lines) and a couple of places where "a" should be changed to "an" (an old souvenir from an old war*) but I very much enjoy this story, great imagery and emotion evoked.

[writing mojo]

great poetic story! the symbolism and flow is conveyed well in the scene. You paint with a simple edge yet in depth with a feeling of drying out at this Purgatory Inn. the pallet as inner voice never ends...good stuff

[Ashley Lynn]

I really enjoyed

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

You capture feeling very well in this piece.

[Stacey Watts]

This is a very well written piece. Love an be hard at times and this poem displays the sadness you portray here. Nicely written piece that affects the heart.