Ph: Love: A Passing Coyote's Love Song Poem by Brian Johnston
Ph: Love: A Passing Coyote's Love Song
I'm itinerate coyote who's mostly alone,
One more 'Steppenwolf' feeling no need to atone
For the life that I've lived (where I've worked to live free
Of the chains others cherish.)I like to be me!
Hard to circumvent world, for it gets in the way,
Though with jets it is easy to leapfrog today,
For by flying straight East, the hours lost, hardly missed,
Up so high in the air, your ass never is kissed.
Though I sometimes move fast, there's no movement at all
In life built on relationships, eye's off the ball
Of my relative life, I've no chance for a wife,
He who slows down one second soon weds the world's strife.
Love to howl at the moon for it helps night to clear,
'Sun to come' may be hiding, but I have no fear,
For I see a new dawn, as I drink what moons bring,
Should a wolf call surround you? Shh! Hear my heart sing!
Brian Johnston
May 30th,2018
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Poet's Note:
I had no idea this poem was going to be a love song until I wrote the last line! Were you surprised too?
Yes, I was surprised. I was also surprised that this coyote seems to range across abstract territory. To circumvent the world requires a special understanding of the world. Drinking moonlight puts it pretty high up on the food chain of cognition.
Thanks for visiting my poem Denis. Still digesting your response. Not sure if your 'surprise' though is a pleasant one or a kind of disappointment? Is drinking moonlight really only for the super smart or can it just be a beautiful image also?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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From reading some of your other poems, I had the impression of you basking at the hearth of love, celebrating the give-and-take of love in the here-and-now. In contrast, this coyote seems to be an eternal seeker of love, like a troubador. It pursues the elusive, ultimate meaning of love. Its celebration of moonlight seems to delve into the riddle of existence, and love seems to be part of that.