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.

72 comments:

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

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

    Beautiful, growing beautiful...

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

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  5. ...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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  6. So sparkly and sadly nostalgic too.

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

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

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

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

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  14. The Fontainebleau inspired an intimate sensuous poem, perfectly rendered.

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

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  16. I like your portrait of this grand lady!

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

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

    just love those lines

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

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

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

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

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

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  25. Thank you, Arron. It was great! :)

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

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

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  28. Thank you, David. I recommend it highly :)

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

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  30. Thank you, Fred. I appreciate it.

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

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  32. This breathes happiness! Wonderful expressions and sentiments :)

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

    ~laurie

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

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

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  38. 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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  39. Thank you, Joy. I appreciate your thoughts :)

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  40. Thank you, Luke.
    Best wishes :)

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

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  42. 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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  43. 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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  44. A lovely mix of the evocative and the nostalgic.
    QuietDaemon

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  45. sounds like the perfect place to keep memories

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

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  48. Thank you, Jane. I appreciate it. :)

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

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  50. Christine...old memories and new ones :)

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

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

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