Sun Kissed Days
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
In my dream,
the layers of fog engulf me,
waterlilies dancing on the water.
They sway gently ,
as time marches forward.
when I looked at Monet's waterlilies,
I imagined you there with me.
You would stay beside me,
as we would lose ourselves in the
beauty of the moment.
You would inhale it,
the way I did.
We would take it in slow breaths,
you would tell me about his life,
because you would know.
Dad you were,
a lover of life,
a lover of beauty,
You never lost the hunger to live,
In my dream we reunite,
and I weep ,
I want to stay in your arms.
I want the dream to last forever.
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a heart puller...a lovely note to your dad as well...a great picture to envision him in as well...ReplyDelete
sounds like your dad was an awesome man ayala...heartfelt and real..and i also love monet's waterliliesReplyDelete
This is so wonderful ~ gentle, pure. Standing in front of those paintings (and I got to do it many times) is one of the highlights of my life. Imagine the stirring of countless souls who've stood inhaling that beauty....ReplyDelete
Great tribute to your dad.ReplyDelete
Always love having a glimpse into your heart. Missed you.ReplyDelete
This is so sweet and wistful...your dad sounds like a wonderful man and what a precious memory you have of him.ReplyDelete
This is heartfelt & breathtaking Ayala ~ I so get the realm of our dream world ~ I believe there is a portal to love through our dreams ¸.✿´´¯`•.¸¸. ི♥ྀReplyDelete
This made me cry Ayala. You are cut from your father's wonderful cloth of beauty and grace.ReplyDelete
Nice tribute... I miss my dad too and we work side by side in a garden with blooms reaching to the heavens.ReplyDelete
What a gift to have a father who saw beauty everywhere. Lovely, Ayala :)ReplyDelete
I can certainly relate to this with my own dad. I get emotional when I think about him and how much of my happy childhood I can directly link to him. Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem.ReplyDelete
Awww you really loved your dad and it shows. he must have been a fabulous man.ReplyDelete
Brian said you can't leave me a not for some reason. Have no idea why
beautiful. a very special relationship you had with your Dad.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Brian :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Claudia. He was a great man and I miss him so much...ReplyDelete
Adrienne...inhaling that beauty makes my soul soar.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Pat.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Kristi. I have missed you. I hope all is well with you and your family.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Anna. I was blessed to have him as my dad. :)ReplyDelete
Helena, I believe so. xx.ReplyDelete
Jannie...you made me cry with your comment...my mom always said that I was like him. Thank you. xoxo.ReplyDelete
Wolfsrosebud...so hard when you love someone..I think we miss them forever. Sorry about your dad.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Lori. It was a gift...he always made me feel loved.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Adura. It's a blessing having a good dad. :)ReplyDelete
Daydreamertoo, it's been three weeks that I try to leave a comment and it kicks me out saying that the code is an error. :( I wanted your email so that I can leave you a note. Your poem was beautiful and I wanted to let you know. Please send me your email.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Oceangirl. It was ....ReplyDelete
Just beautiful, ayala. A lovely way to share the memory of your father with us--dreams like that can make you cry, they're so real.ReplyDelete
This is great!ReplyDelete
Hi Ayala! I really enjoyed 'sensing' and 'feeling' the sentiments you shared in your poem. Like a 'watercolor' painting in words!ReplyDelete
And isn't this what we all need to do sometimes? "...lose ourselves in the
beauty of the moment..."
Lovely, thanks for sharing Ayala!
thank you for sharing your treasure with us-ReplyDelete
Warm Aloha from Waikiki;
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Makes me sad that my dad is no longer here and that I could never share moments of like that with him when he was.ReplyDelete
The Monet waterlilies make the whole poem really work.
This is a beautiful tribute to your father.ReplyDelete
I love you
You ornery old bastard
Drinkin' Jack Daniels
And cussin' like a merchant marine
Which you were
"Da Dit Da Da", Daddy
Telegraph operator you were
Got to see the world by boat
Which is more than I can say
Cantankerous, off the wall,
Out of the box
All of it goes for me, too
No I have the graces
While you didn't even
Tie your shoelaces
Smokin' up a storm
Like your whole generation did
And it killed you
I was there
When you finally coughed up
What was left of your lungs
But, Dad you played that piano
Like no other
I got the Blues real young
BB King, Howlin' Wolf
Mose Allison, John Lee Hooker
Yeah, I got ‘dem blues
Then I took up harmonica
That was it, Pop.
That's what I 'll remember
You and me playin' the blues.
Like whites boys don’t never.
One_Love Tiger Windwalker
This is so beautiful. What a precious gift you were to each other, I know.ReplyDelete
I had a lump in my throat while reading it. I miss my dad..ReplyDelete
a song, this is?
The dream, the waterlilies, you build into your poem the foundation of love between you, beautiful and affecting.ReplyDelete
My dad was a lover of beauty too. I wish I had more time to learn from him, to share the moments you mentioned here. Instead, we can admire beauty and life as they would have.ReplyDelete
A moving and heartfelt tribute to your father. Loved reading this. I'm sure he felt proud to have helped shape the talent and genuine emotion expressed so eloquently here.ReplyDelete
Aside from the deserved tribute to Dad, the water lily is a great image to choose...like the lily, we are suspended between two worlds, dreaming and reality. This is great leap of the imagination. A very moving and polished work.ReplyDelete
The eternal transcendence of dream and memory. A very touching, personal piece, dear.ReplyDelete
Very touching piece in honor of such a beautiful relationship. Lovely ~ RoseReplyDelete
Lovely. It makes me miss my grandmother, who although still alive, lives very far away. I don't get to hug her as often as I'd like.ReplyDelete
i miss my dad, too. you always write such tender verses about yours...ReplyDelete
A fine elegy to someone you love and miss. Your words were poignant and loving. Thank you.ReplyDelete
Such loving words full of nostalgia.ReplyDelete
As for Monet's lilies, they really are quite something. I stared at a massive piece at the MoMA recently and I felt I could almost walk into the water.
your words are my words here. your thoughts are my thoughts. you say it perfectly for me and my pop, too:)ReplyDelete
This is so moving!ReplyDelete
My dad never got to see me become the man I am today...he died when I was in my early teens. Even though I only had him in my life for a short time, I loved him dearly & I know he loved me.
You obviously loved your dad too & that comes across in this touching poem.
Thanks for sharing & for visiting.
The Last Kiss
he sounds wonderful...ReplyDelete
Joy...so real that it hurts when you wake up...ReplyDelete
Thank you, Come At me Bro.ReplyDelete
We have to lose ourselves in the moment, so true. Thank you for writing a lovely comment. I am glad that you enjoyed my sharing :)
Thank you, Cloudia. :)ReplyDelete
Colleen...makes me sad that you didn't have these moments with him :(ReplyDelete
Thank you, Kelly. :)ReplyDelete
Tiger, thank you for sharing! :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Patricia. True we were to each other...ReplyDelete
Gautami...I am sorry about your dad. :(ReplyDelete
Thank you, Anna.ReplyDelete
Lauren, I am sorry. I wish you had more time with him. We are never ready to let go of the ones that are so close...my dad, your dad...so hard.ReplyDelete
Thank you, James. What a lovely thing to say.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Steve. I appreciate your thoughts. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, dear Gene :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rose. It was a beautiful relationship and no matter what happened between us we always loved each other. That is a true gift.ReplyDelete
Mel...I understand how you feel. My grandmother was very close to me and she passed away when I was sixteen, I wish I could have had more time with her. I hope that you get time with your grandmother.....ReplyDelete
Thank you, Leslie. I am sorry about your dad...the longing never goes away.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Gay. You are sweet.ReplyDelete
My dear Belinda,ReplyDelete
I have missed you, but I am so proud of what you are doing. I am so glad that you got to see the gorgeous Monet's waterlilies....just magical.
Thank you, Ed. What a moving thing to say to me. You always move me!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Mama Zen :)ReplyDelete
I know your dad can see what a good man you have become. And he is proud. So sad that you left him so early. People say that it gets better but I don't believe that's true, it's so hard to lose someone you love dearly.
Thank you, Sheila. To me he was a king among men.:)ReplyDelete
What a lovely tribute to your father. He sounds like a remarkable man. My dad was never the loving type but he did the best he could and I loved him in spite of his faults. I'm envious of your relationship but I'm always very happy for those lucky enough to be blessed in such a way.ReplyDelete
You got it spot on! I missed my late Dad too! He was there when you needed him most - always with kind words!ReplyDelete
So sweet. There was a decade in my life I was enamored with Monet. Kinda my first love. :)ReplyDelete
Dearest Ayala, That dream does last forever.... always in our hearts...... If he can't read these words then I'm sure he feels them...... smiles dear friend.....ReplyDelete
So touching, and such a nice tribute to your father who sounds like a wonderful man.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Crystal. Your thoughts are honest and I want to thank you for sharing.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Hank. I understand.ReplyDelete
Darkangelwrites...Monet takes my breath away.ReplyDelete
Dear John...sweet words and he will live in my heart forever. Thank you, dear.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Mrs. Mediocrity, he was a great man.ReplyDelete
you remind me of my own Dad.ReplyDelete
such beauty in your words :)ReplyDelete
What a beautiful tribute to your father. I always loved the Waterlilies, and it's a great way to think about your dad.ReplyDelete
Ayala, reading this is an embrace of the heart...so much love.ReplyDelete
Gmar chatima tova!
Thank you, Morning :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, David. :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Lolamouse :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Laura.ReplyDelete
Gmar chatima tova ! :)
Very touching homage to your father. Great write, very emotional, thanks for sharingReplyDelete
The "reuniting" of the three piece of Water lilies just opened at the St. Louis Art Museum. I thinkI would like to read this when I see it.ReplyDelete
Stunningly powerful words. A wonderful tribute to a seemingly wonderful man.ReplyDelete
Lovely Ayala for your Dad .. noticed date posted 4th ..I too wrote tribute for my Dad as he would have been 88years ..*tears* and shared (((HUGS)))ReplyDelete
bittersweetly heartbreaking. thanks so much for sharing it with us.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Fred :)ReplyDelete
I hope you do, Glynn. Thank you :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rachelle :)ReplyDelete
Libithina, shared tears and hugs.... Sorry.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Joanna :)ReplyDelete
This Daddy's girl remembers, too, though Dad's knowledge leans more toward the biology of cattle and the behavior of electricity, amongst many other things, but not so much poetry and art. I am blessed that he is still with us. A heart-puller, this one, as Brian said. I do not look forward to that sorrow, and I feel for yours...ReplyDelete
Thank you, Joanne. I am happy that you are still blessed to have yours and I deeply appreciate your kind words.ReplyDelete
Lovely tribute to your father. Hugs my friend.ReplyDelete
Thank you, dear Rudri.ReplyDelete