Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Between Us


Lines,
borders,
strings
between us 
left me alone.
Aching,
burning,
my broken spirit seared.
My pain shifted,
my resolve questioned,
my being a landscape
of emptiness. 
Disappointment
does not whisper,
it roars,
it burns the skin and the soul.
Love possesses
the beauty that transcends defeat.
The bitter taste
lingers on my lips
by questioning
all I had believed in. 

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Without You


Your absence is loud.
It echos through my being,
it tears through my heart.
Ten years,
I have walked thousands of days
and nights without you
by my side.
How?
How have I navigated the storms
life presented?
How did I hold onto small things that
you would have seen large,
the way only you could see,
and feel my soul
through the sweet and sour.
Days,
months,
years.
You missed the constellations
in my boys eyes,
the miracle of my grandson
with your middle name
and your smile.
I don't know how
that grief morphs through
months and years.
Then,
in a moment,
a sound,
a smell,
evokes memories of home.
I see you in my poetry,
in my brilliant boys,
in kindness within me.
A kindness I learned from you.
Your legacy is alive.
Your legacy as big as
you will always be to me.

Sunday, May 6, 2018

Roar


As long as I have truth,
I'll walk in your shadow
with my palms open.
I will feed your soul
with raw seeds
and crumbled dreams 
of my bruised ego.
I will flood the chambers of
your heart
with light.
Learning will happen in spaces
of defeat and rage,
in a fine line of silence and roaring,
tuning the sounds of life and
digesting the
lessons that set us free.

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Collision




Underneath this great life,
an earthquake is brewing,
a shifting of the plates
under our feet.
I sense it,
I can almost touch it.
How did we get here?
The collision
is sudden,
unannounced.
Words spill,
littering the highway of life.
We remember how it began,
unaware of how it ends.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Choice


Tend to your garden,
cultivate it,
or scorch it down with gasoline.
Heal the blisters on 
your tongue,
revive the beauty rooted 
in love.
Stand in the dark
or claw your way 
toward the light.
It's your choice
to live
or die.

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Shadows


Stories are written in the margins
of life,
on broken wings,
on calloused fingers.
Love breathes oxygen there.
Life exists
where black and white
transform into hues of grey.
Where dreams are tasted
but not lived.
Truth is questioned,
loyalty is tested,
shadows grow wings
abandoning the darkness behind.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Notes







Electronic post-it notes
in books I read
on my electronic devices.
I leave them buried,
like mines in a field,
waiting for another day
to tackle the written words,
string them into poems,
place them on the walls of my house,
and send them as dandelion seeds
into the universe.
Seeds to sprout courage for others
from my failures,
wisdom from my pain,
hope in my second chances.
Grief, seen by the soul rising 
to meet the searing pain.
Emotions, overflowing,
rushing,
knocking me off my feet,
drowning in my sorrow,
transforming
through time,
allowing it to melt 
and change,
morph
and grow,
into a beautiful memory.



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