Cuento de Felina (Felina's Tale)
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The night air was warm,
The stars burned so bright.
As I wiped down the mesas,
It felt like any other Texas night.
Here at the Cantina,
Where I work for my pay.
Until I can find,
Someone to take me away.
Oh how I wished that someone would find me,
And take me far away from these confines that bind me.
Juan thinks that I am his,
And I do not wish to be his wife.
I would much rather be stabbed,
In the back with a knife.
Yes he is not hard on the eyes to see,
But he loves the ladies,
Not a good thing for me.
I want someone daring,
Strong, with no fear.
A stranger to come,
Take me from here.
Just then he walked in,
An answer to my prayers.
I was afraid to confess my hopes,
In fear he would just disappear.
But it happened to be,
Yes he wanted me too.
He challenged a duel with Juan,
To show his intentions were true.
Within a second the shots rang out loud.
And Juan was dead on the floor,
Surrounded by a vengeful crowd.
My stranger just stood there,
As pale as snow,
Not knowing what to do next,
Nor which way to go.
I signaled the west out the back door,
And he took off into the night.
I sat there crying as I cleaned up the mess,
Knowing my chance of love had just taken flight.
I kept hoping in the days that followed,
That he would come back for me.
And one night,
There on the horizon was he.
On his noble steed came my vaquero,
Galloping in the distance trying to evade the angry pistoleros!
They came closer and closer,
To my newfound love,
And shots kept flying over him,
Like rain from above.
I could see he had been hit deep in his side.
He was clinging to the reigns,
As it was so hard for him to ride.
He made it to me,
But it was far too late.
He had been hit in the chest,
His trip back for me had sealed his fate.
He looked up at me,
As my tears fell onto his face.
He kissed me so softly,
As I reached down for a tight embrace.
I knew then how much he loved me,
Although we never spoke a word to each other.
And as he laid there dead in my arms,
I vowed I’d never love another.
J'aime Rubio - COPYRIGHT 2011
This poem was inspired by the song “El Paso” by Marty Robbins (One of my dad’s favorite songs, and also one of mine).
True love, although sometimes doesn’t last as long as we wish (years, months or even days) yet in the end it is still TRUE LOVE nonetheless.
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That was a sorrowful fate for the romantic vaquero. This emotional & descriptive poem reads like story Lady T, one rides right along with it all the way to the senorita's vow. Compelling.
Oh...that's so touching. And definitely didn't expect these turn of the events. Beautifully written and heartfelt. Voted Up!
Oh you chose one of my favorite ballads and Marty Robbins topped it off for sure. The poetry is exquisite as always you reel your reader in with your words, your imagery and your passion. I tasted every word and felt your pain and passion for your lover and the sadness when he was shot and slept his final sleep in your loving arms.
I can see you there, I felt every word. Well done my Spanish beauty, Rated Up and UP some more, also tweeted and shared it with all my followers as well as on Facebook. You need more reads, this is a fantastic piece.
Wonderful but sad tale..You did a great job..I enjoyed this so. I could see the story unfold befold me.
Take care,
Sunnie
Very colorful love story with quite a setting; - and so tragic, too.
Rob Write- thank you so much. I am sorry that it was a shock to you at the end. I chose to stick with the storyline that was in the song that inspired me. I wanted my poem to be the side of Felina's account as the song is from the Vaquero's account. Thanks for reading and enjoying.
Alastar- thank you so much my friend. I am glad you enjoyed it as well. I am glad I took you on an emotional and poetic journey through the old west!
Cascorpion- thank you for stopping by and enjoying it too.
Saddlerider- thank you my friend. I am glad you liked that song and knew the story well. I grew up listening to the old cowboy tales and Marty Robbins was one I remember well. I always thought that story was so sad but beautiful and I decided to write a poem as if Felina herself sat down to tell her side of the story. I am glad you enjoyed it.
Sunnie Day- thank you so much for stopping by and also following me too. I have not spoken to you before so it is always nice to meet more hubbers as time goes on. I am glad you liked this and hope you stop by again!
Nellieanna- hello my friend, I am happy to see you stop by. This story is so tragic and I think that maybe I am drawn to those sorts of stories as well. In the end I like to believe that in life or even at death, true love still lives on. :-) Glad to see you here and glad you stopped by to comment.
Ah, yes. True love is not bound by limits, though it can go through changes. If it is true love, it is OK with that. I always loved this little sonnet from Shakespeare:
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
Nellieanna- that was a beautiful sonnet and I am so glad you shared it with me.
Well done Jaime. This was hauntingly beautiful. So sad to lose a love. You described the events and feelings beautifully.
Dim- Mi amiga! Thank you so much, that old song really inspired me to write something out of the old west!
Lady, you write a hell of a story.
To see a woman fron the hood write like you do brings such joy to my heart. ANDALE, MUCHACHA.
Did I forget to mention how gorgeous you are, shame on me.
Cleaner3- Thank you so much Michael for stopping by to read another one of my poems. I am glad you enjoyed it. Yes, I grew up in the barrio but that didn't stop me from my dreams...I just wish more people could see that there is an entire world out there to explore outside the confines of the hood....I hope my poetry and stories in some way can inspire others that the dream is not impossible. Thanks again for stopping by.
I dream about meeting you in person. What do you say?
I am very flattered by your kind words...I have not met any hubber friends but I appreciate the gesture. I hope to see you around on the hubs though :-)
This is a beautiful story Lady. I loved it. Full of passion and romance.
Thank you Carolinemd21!~ thank you so much for stopping by and taking the time to comment!
Robwrite Level 7 Commenter 7 months ago
Wow. I didn't expect that ending. Sad but very good.
Rob