A letter

Kind words of love can save a life. In a letter. Sweet words can reopen hope and possibilities.

                          













                       










                                     A letter

Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive.

When we parachute blind into love.
Even a renegade spirit can be broken.
I tried to hide my misery in good cognac and Germany wine.
I allowed myself to fall into a delusional state where I didn't give a s**t
about anything.

In the belligerent belief of alcohol state.
Foolish men believe they can forget beautiful faces
and destroy good memories.

I wished I could tear apart my mind and heart.
Closing the wounds with the fire of hate.

The paradox of life is fair.
Memories will rebirth and allow the cuts to bleed again.
I can hurt myself with pity and still be left in the waste of things lost
and never to be found again.

I found myself alone on a lonely hill in the field of early Spring wild flowers.
Holding my good cognac  and swimming in insanity and wild thoughts.
I opened a letter from a friend of many years.

She wrote of love. She wrote of how she needed me back home in  Michigan.
She wrote she loved me for many years. She wrote she knew I was coming home soon.
She wanted us to meet.

I put the cognac down. Left the field of wild flowers.
I knew the words were just sweet whispers of dreams and possibilities of love.

I whispered sweet Julie.
"Are the words just more cuts  to a broken heart or a savior to stop a man
from committing self suicide?"

I found peace and hope in her sweet words.
I dreamed  my kind friend was waiting to heal a broken man.
Sweet Julie somehow knew I was lost.

Only new love and hope can heal the pain of a broken heart.
Pain can be released only with tender touches of love and kind words.

I still had my pen and paper to keep me sane.
I wrote.

"Love can lead you to paradise and hell.
We must join the dance to know pleasure and misery."

                               Coyote
                              2012




 




 

Author's Note

Finally a new poem. Any errors. Please assist a old man.

Reviews

[Michael X]

wow, the passion is subtle and electric, this poem holds life lesson as art
when poetry is born of the need to expressed an enlightened creation,
to know the pain of suffering, sorrow then understanding then joy.
brilliantly work, I really like this poem, it's epic in heart and vulnerbility ^_^

[I Shred This Cabbage]

a wonderful open letter, not burdened with nostalgia. you write beautifully expressive electricity my friend :)

[Amber "Victoriomantic" ..]

Also, I adore the line "When we parachute blind into love." Very accurate imagery there.

[Amber "Victoriomantic" ..]

Entirely beautiful poem. As always, you write very well of love past, present and future. Nice that you are writing new poetry again, I hope it is refreshing to you. I also hope you found your happiness and a way to move on.

[Edmund S. Obumba]

deep insights there..really brought out your emotions.nice work bro.

[ACE A SPAZE]

Outstanding poem, SO did you get her???? that girl from Michigan

[CHRIS ANDES]

through pain we can only understand what's happiness
nice write =]

[Lindsay T]

This is truthful, beautiful, and chilling at the same time. I loved your use of words because I felt like I was right there, doing the same things, as you described them. A nostalgic piece that makes me want to read more, that's for sure! :)

[Norma M Sutton]

Nicely said. Hope does seem to spring eternal :)

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

a very touching story...it really shows the power of love

[henrie s]

So true. Life is funny. We really do need to know one side of an extreme to fully appreciate the other. I loved this.

Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a woman a reason to be alive as well. I like that.