Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

The Jewel





She is the jewel of Miami Beach,
she stretches like Sunday morning.
Her glory in her navel,
she dazzles as her gems
adorn her.
Saturday night,
short skirt wearing,
high heels Jimmy Choo,
cookie cutter crowds,
desire to enter her womb.
Desire to lay in her inviting arms,
as she sighs.
Her crescent shape seen Elvis and Sinatra,
she held their secrets as she whispered in their ears.
Over time she has grown more beautiful,
I remember her when we were young.
I remember a gentler time,
when the wine lasted,
through the night.
As we waited for tomorrow to be ours,
we watched the world go by.




Note: Saturday night we were at the Fontainebleau Hotel in Miami Beach, to celebrate my brother's birthday.  I couldn't help but notice the changes in the building and in the crowds waiting to enter and enjoy the nightlife. The surprise birthday party was amazing and it inspired me to write this.
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72 comments:

  1. Pat HattSeptember 20, 2011 at 8:24 AM

    Great write, interesting the changes that take place over the years.

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  2. Brian MillerSeptember 20, 2011 at 10:36 AM

    nice...the moon sets over miami you know and the nights last for days...glad he had a great birthday party...life certainly changes as do how we see it as we grow older...

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  3. Maude LynnSeptember 20, 2011 at 11:54 AM

    Gorgeous, gorgeous write!

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  4. Dulçe ♥September 20, 2011 at 3:39 PM

    I remember a gentler time,
    when the wine lasted,
    through the night.

    Beautiful, growing beautiful...

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  5. DaydreamertooSeptember 20, 2011 at 3:53 PM

    Really very lovely imagery, the first picture is lovely too!
    Glad you had such a good time :)

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  6. ClaudiaSeptember 20, 2011 at 3:54 PM

    ...when the wine lasted,
    through the night.
    As we waited for tomorrow to be ours....lots of beautiful lines in there ayala but the above are my fav lines.....oh - and the stretching like sunday mornings...so very beautiful...

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  7. colleenSeptember 20, 2011 at 4:43 PM

    So sparkly and sadly nostalgic too.

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  8. Arron ShillingSeptember 20, 2011 at 4:49 PM

    I love all your references and ideas and the whole piece is imbued with excitement and BLING! - wow your lucky to be there - all the whirl of a night out on the town - V.cool

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  9. LauraSeptember 20, 2011 at 5:05 PM

    I love this Ayala...such a beautiful description of time gone by. I'm glad the party was fun too!

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  10. UnknownSeptember 20, 2011 at 6:15 PM

    Oh, wouldn't it be fun to go back and be a fly on the wall. Such magic it all seemed to have. My favorite part is the end, "Both sweet and super sensual, the way you expressed her hiding but not from you, very sweet." - Really nice :)

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  11. TimoteoSeptember 20, 2011 at 6:28 PM

    This is great. I remember when it was just a taco stand.

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  12. AnonymousSeptember 20, 2011 at 6:49 PM

    you bring her to life in your words...sounds like a must visit place :)

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  13. CloudiaSeptember 20, 2011 at 6:53 PM

    the Fontenbleu is another past life for me!

    I feel joy every time I see your smiling doggy header :-)

    Warm Aloha from Waikiki;

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  14. UnknownSeptember 20, 2011 at 8:15 PM

    Really nicely penned, love the metaphor. Thanks for the read and Happy Open Link Night

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  15. Mark KerstetterSeptember 20, 2011 at 8:28 PM

    The Fontainebleau inspired an intimate sensuous poem, perfectly rendered.

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  16. Ed PilollaSeptember 20, 2011 at 8:29 PM

    you made the place come alive. you captured that, along with some wisdom.

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  17. Rosemary Nissen-WadeSeptember 20, 2011 at 9:46 PM

    I like your portrait of this grand lady!

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  18. AnonymousSeptember 20, 2011 at 10:26 PM

    Very very clever and cool.

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  19. AnonymousSeptember 20, 2011 at 10:26 PM

    Lovely poem, it brought me back to a hotel I visited in Santa Monica that was 'the hotel' in the day. Thank you.

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  20. AnonymousSeptember 20, 2011 at 10:43 PM

    Lovely nostalgic piece, picturing the moon over Miami in gentler times. Nice write!

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  21. Chronicles of IllusionsSeptember 20, 2011 at 11:00 PM

    I remember a gentler time,
    when the wine lasted,
    through the night.

    just love those lines

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  22. PatriciaSeptember 20, 2011 at 11:52 PM

    sounds like a great place to have a party! What a beautiful write, by an awesome poet sister!

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  23. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:25 AM

    Thank you, Pat.Things change so much....

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  24. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:25 AM

    Thank you, Brian. It was a great night :)

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  25. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:26 AM

    Thank you, Mama Zen. :)

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  26. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:26 AM

    Thank you, Dulce :)

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  27. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:27 AM

    Thank you, Daydreamertoo. I keep trying to leave comments on your sight and it won't let me? :(

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  28. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:28 AM

    Thank you, Claudia. :)

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  29. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:29 AM

    Thank you, Colleen...I couldn't help thinking of the past....

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  30. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:30 AM

    Thank you, Arron. It was great! :)

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  31. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:31 AM

    Thank you, Laura :) it was a great party.

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  32. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:31 AM

    Thank you, Lori...those walls can tell some stories :)

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  33. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:32 AM

    Thank you, Timoteo :)

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  34. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:33 AM

    Thank you, David. I recommend it highly :)

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  35. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:34 AM

    Cloudia...so happy you feel joy when you come here :) Daisy thanks you.

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  36. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:34 AM

    Thank you, Fred. I appreciate it.

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  37. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:34 AM

    Thank you, Mark :)

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  38. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:35 AM

    Thank you, Ed :)

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  39. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:35 AM

    Thank you, Rosemary.

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  40. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:57 AM

    Thank you, Karin :)

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  41. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:58 AM

    Thank you, Anna :)

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  42. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:59 AM

    Thank you, Emeraldcity.

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  43. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 8:01 AM

    Thank you, Jo.

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  44. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 8:01 AM

    Thank you, Pat....sweet of you. :)

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  45. AphroditeSeptember 21, 2011 at 9:24 AM

    This breathes happiness! Wonderful expressions and sentiments :)

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  46. AnonymousSeptember 21, 2011 at 9:40 AM

    A beautiful piece, great ambience, vivid and personal...

    ~laurie

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  47. joannaSeptember 21, 2011 at 11:12 AM

    you paint a bright picture here, but I love best the slight wistfulness of the last lines.... how lovely, and how true!

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  48. Charles Elliott/BeautyseerSeptember 21, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    It's rare place that gets more beautiful with the years. Thanks for the read!

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  49. hedgewitchSeptember 21, 2011 at 2:52 PM

    You've breathed life into this building with your poem, and made her seem as real or realer than any person. Your ending is perfect, and tender with just a wisp of something sadder.

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  50. Luke PraterSeptember 21, 2011 at 3:56 PM

    Love the aspect of time changing - 'when the wine lasted'... lovely

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  51. Jannie FunsterSeptember 21, 2011 at 5:43 PM

    Oh, Ayala, so beautiful. And beautiful, Ayala.

    I want the wine to last all night!! And those wine moments together.

    Would like to see The Jewel in person. loved seeing the photo enlarged ('cause I'm nosey that way!) :)

    xoxo

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  52. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:53 PM

    Thank you, Aida :)

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  53. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:54 PM

    Thank you, Laurie. :)

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  54. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:54 PM

    Thank you, Joanna. :)

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  55. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:54 PM

    Thank you, Charles :)

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  56. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:55 PM

    Thank you, Joy. I appreciate your thoughts :)

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  57. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:55 PM

    Thank you, Luke.
    Best wishes :)

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  58. ayalaSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:56 PM

    Thank you, Jannie. You are too cute :) xoxo

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  59. AnonymousSeptember 21, 2011 at 8:10 PM

    Wow....the imagery here was so divine! I thought you were writing about a woman, but only until the end did I realize the point of the poem!

    You get better every week.

    Lady Nyo

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  60. AnonymousSeptember 21, 2011 at 8:45 PM

    I like the idea that these buildings hold their memories too as we do of them. I like "she stretches like Sunday morning"... Sunday morning's can stretch a long way! :)

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  61. AnonymousSeptember 21, 2011 at 10:06 PM

    A lovely mix of the evocative and the nostalgic.
    QuietDaemon

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  62. ChristineSeptember 21, 2011 at 11:06 PM

    sounds like the perfect place to keep memories

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  63. UnknownSeptember 22, 2011 at 11:21 AM

    I remember a gentler time,
    when the wine lasted,
    through the night.

    I luv the way you write. You choose great images using senses in delicious ways... :)

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  64. AnonymousSeptember 22, 2011 at 1:28 PM

    "she stretches like Sunday morning" is a great line. Wonderful poem.

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  65. ayalaSeptember 22, 2011 at 7:07 PM

    Thank you, Jane. I appreciate it. :)

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  66. ayalaSeptember 22, 2011 at 7:08 PM

    Thank you, Di :) Sunday morning can stretch.... :)

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  67. ayalaSeptember 22, 2011 at 7:09 PM

    Thank you, Anglachel27 :)

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  68. ayalaSeptember 22, 2011 at 7:10 PM

    Christine...old memories and new ones :)

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  69. ayalaSeptember 22, 2011 at 7:10 PM

    Thank you, Deb. I hope all is well by you :)

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  70. ayalaSeptember 22, 2011 at 7:11 PM

    Thank you, Randall. :)

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  71. Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being RudriSeptember 26, 2011 at 9:38 PM

    Great poetry Ayala. I could breathe the air of this building. One of my favorites by you.

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  72. ayalaNovember 20, 2011 at 7:55 AM

    Thank you, Rudri.
    :)

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