John Castellenas Poet Prose Poetry

Beatrice

Beatrice


Dante's Beatrice left him to swim in the misery of so close and so far away. She allowed him to travel to hell and back to find her. His misery taught him and us. Best to try to live a good life than swim in the pits of hell.

I learn by many dances with kind and pretty ladies. Women, are not for men to understand. You can hold a woman, you can believe you know her. You learn, women are a story for men never to grasp.

Woman can conceal, inspire and create divine emotions for a lucky man. If she desired.

I tell the young in heart, life is seconds, minutes and hours that goes so damn fast. We need to celebrate the warmest days, the sweetest kisses and the days, when love is near.

When love is near, we are alive.

Being in the sanctuary of a woman's arms, with the blessing of love. kindest and sweetest days, we shall know.  Wise men know, you can't control love. A woman decide if we can know the utopia of love embrace, can taste the ambrosia of her skin and kiss.

Dante taught me, love can be sweet, love can damn us forever in the pit of sorrow. But if we don't join the dance, feel the heat, feel the burn. Did we live?

Dancing Coyote

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Silent One October 30, 2020 at 6:39 AM I see how you were influenced, there is only one poet who has influenced me and that is Rumi... Love your great poetry John Castellenas October 31, 2020 at 2:08 AM Rumi is very good. Many great poets had influence me. I must read to write. Thank you for reading and the comment.

Angela Crabtree October 4, 2020 at 5:27 PM This is a great perspective, John. I do think with time and patience, understanding will come. :) Peace, Angie John Castellenas October 5, 2020 at 6:46 AM I have six sisters, three daughter, one granddaughter born September 17. And a poor wife. I am old now and I understand, women allow us to see what they want. This is okay. The beauty of a lady. Is mystery and wonder of her heart. Thank you Angela for reading and the comment.

Mystic Rose Rose October 4, 2020 at 9:58 AM Smile, I can see you know the poets of old so well, and you a poet yourself can describe the frivolous movements of feminism to the T, thank you for sharing a wonderful poem with me today, have a great day dear John, John Castellenas October 4, 2020 at 10:20 AM Thank you Pixie Dust. Somethings in life are for men to never understand. We must smile and hope for a good ending.