Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, September 9, 2014


Dread and beauty
pour from my veins,
gratitude and surrender.
Life is fragile
like threads come undone.
I raise my glass to celebrate 
yet I feel despair at
how broken we are,
on this bridge from the past
to this moment.
Seekers praise though
they have silent doubts 
they have not tasted the rain
or the blood on the streets.
A high school cheerleader
chasing the dragon
overdosed in the back of 
a gas station, 
parked behind the trash cans
and recycled bins
and roaches crawling
to their freedom.
Those that believe
 to be proper claim to
know what it's like
to be a mother or father 
of lost souls,
they will correct your grammer,
look you in the eye
and pretend 
that they understand 
all because they were in Woodstock
and shared a bong with 
a rock star.
Dread and beauty 
pour from my veins
sadness evokes the thunder
in my heart.

At we are writing about light and darkness.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014


I walk through the trees
observing light and shadow.
I feel the inspiration stir,
I take a breath watching
a butterfly follow me.
I breathe words these days,
but they are silenced
by my questioning heart
asking does it matter?
Do I matter?
The saturated fear 
that it does not
leave me empty like 
a husk I see on the ground.
I question my sanity,
my worth,
I disrobe of the accolades 
and strip bare
what matters?
It's all been said
and done
light and shadow dual,
my soul had been cracked
open before.
I claw out of the darkness
to see the sun.
I kneel by the ocean
and question the smallness of it all
in this vast world.
I am small,
a whisper,
I am nothing.

Monday, August 25, 2014


I am floating on a cloud
searching for you,
the memory lifts me higher
close to the heavens 
where I seek to find you. 
I am floating on a cloud
my hair is wild 
my heart is light
I am searching for you.
I wish to cast my eyes upon you
and feel your heartbeat.
I walked in the park today,
I felt you walk beside me.
I wept hiding under my shades
the fog was rising 
my eyes stinging from my weeping.
I saw you in your colorful
butterfly robe,
the one you wore.
You kissed me
after you scolded me.
I wanted to wash your hair and body
and you battled me.
After the water played with
your hair and
I washed your face
you were at peace.
The struggle ceased
and you remembered 
once again
that I am your girl
the one you held,
the one you loved.
I am floating in my dream
on a cloud searching
for the peace we had
after the storm was gone. 

8/26/14 is five years since my mom passed. I have missed her every single day, my heart pierced in pain. 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014


I am the whisper on 
your lips.
I am the silence
accepting communion.
I am a weed in 
the rose garden.
I am a husk in
the green field.
I am driftwood
washed to shore.
I am a grain
of sand.
I am a whitecap 
in the breaking waves 
of the ocean. 
I am the morning dew
on the maple leaf.
I am nothing
 without you.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

The Hunger

The secrets of the sea
contained in a shell,
the wind whispers yours
and mine.
The hunger alive,
words in the grains of the earth.
I seek
watching the birds diving,
fishing for iridescent fish,
they know the secrets of the world.
You cast with anticipation,
bright eyes,
the eternal boy that knows
his way to the lighthouse 
in the stormy sea.
The waves fierce and tender
unknown mysteries that will
never reveal themselves.
I am the seeker,
the wanderer, 
the poet,
the mother,
always hungry for more.

Our wonderful community at is celebrating a three year anniversary. So grateful for all the poets that have become friends and supporters on this poetic quest. 

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Tree of blood

Sadness evokes memories,
morning dew on leaves forsaken.
Light penetrating,
piercing the morning
with a new promise
.A moment held through time
threads of our tapestry
that were unraveled
 and forgotten.
Where have we gone wrong,
lost our keen,
and our desire to know our blood.
Am I the only one to celebrate
the roots of our tree
that had spread
to different lands
planting seeds
and building new worlds
only to forget the ones
that spilled their blood
their desire for us to live and escape
hate and oppression. 
The threads frayed,
the threads in desperate 
need of repair.
I am the one consumed
with the tales,
the history,
the need to remember.
My heart 
like bruised grapes,
beating in anticipation.
I am the weed left behind,
seeking the light. 

This poem is about finding new family that I didn't know existed until this week. 

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Through the fog

The wind carried the sound
 of my weeping,
scattered dandelions floating
My grief broke me open,
brought me to my knees.
My thoughts,
 waves of despair
and sorrow.
I was told that I should numb 
my pain with pills,
with wine,
with life.
I refused
I soaked it in,
I drowned.
 The grief 
let my heart bleed,
the blade deep and sharp.
 My thoughts consumed me,
I surrendered
 to my anguish. 
Every morning the sun rose
and I learned to walk through 
the sorrow unhinged,
I slept on a bed of thorns,
the darkness draping me.
I walked the path,
on shattered glass.
One day the sun rose,
my burden felt lighter.
I chose to rise from the ashes
and find glory in the morning light,
in the love in my life,
in remembering that you
would want me to live and
breathe again. 
I chose to live
among the glory that 
is in a new day,
the only day that's promised.

Marina at dVerse is having us write about the things that make our world shatter, what it needs and what we do to make it whole again. I wrote about losing my parents.