World Enough (In Terms Of)

Everything I Never Told You

You’ve taught me how far
I can go toward myself.
No need to run from who
I am.

That’s how it is with us.
Windblown fragments,
two are we.
Sometimes composed in rain
We always find our
sunny composure.

We converse fluently in
a language only we understand.
Your face never lies in the
way wedding songs and
lovers sometimes do.

In my head you’ve cut a groove,
leaving your initials there
Absolute. Right. Permanent.
They tell a story even when
my mind shifts and happenstance
grabs the pen.

The darkest ink is not dark enough
to eradicate the thought of you.

Our friendship a sonnet to pathless
woods, always ready to explore.
We reach for a state of grace,
Knowing life can only get worse, but
better too.

Tosha Michelle

View original post

Dear Julie…


Dear Julie

A Poem byCoyote Poetry

" A letter in a sense. "

                      Dear Julie….

My merciful friend.
I received your letter.
I was at my worst.
You kind words of love and devotion made me dream and have some hope.

I remember your gentle and sweet voice.
Your laughing brown eyes.
They make me feel content and safe.

I remember your long brown hair. I loved to roll your hair in my hands.
I remember caressing your long tan legs. Wrapped around me. Making me safe and needed.

Once I held love as precious as new-born German Summer wine.
Sweet and kind to the body and the soul.

With old age, the cost of love became more costly and less simple.
Tragedies of love can infringe desire for loneliness.

I found you when I was home on leave.
You held me like a ancient lover.
Allowing the barrenness of…

View original post 122 more words

Whiskey dreams are still the same..


Whiskey dreams are still the same.

( 7 Nov. 1979. Time don’t change too much)

Drinking whiskey with the German Soldiers in Stuttgard…..
We sing if ” I were the king of the forest.

I would allow the world to be free.

We would dance and sing.

Till the light of the morning.”

After the song.

Silence overtake us.

We order more whiskey and tell stories of woman and adventure.

Iran today is holding our people hostage today.

The USA is broke with no place to seek help.

Poor Jimmy Carter had a big mess to fix. 
I write some words.
“My world is crying like a forgotten child.
Crying for all the sadness surrounding each soul in this world.
Where all humans could learn to cherish life, love and kindness.
But these are the goals faded away with the memory of WW2.
Now our world seems…

View original post 154 more words

I see you… #Poetry

Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

I See You

I see a piece of you
like a puzzle that has slipped out of place
it's the reason you are out of step with your life.
I see the chaos in the space between
strange moments that don't fit
that don't belong to you.
As if someone is trying to occupy
the space before it closes.
I hear your voice, the sound belongs to another
harsh, cruel. It scares me as if someone
has taken a piece of my mind.
Does it match your missing part?
Will we find a way to put them back in place?
will life tear more away,
as if we were no more than cardboard cut-outs
from a forgotten jigsaw puzzle...

View original post