Sun Kissed Days
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Outside My Heart
Tonight the sky is in it's glory,
I feel like I am a part of a Van Gogh painting.
The colors embrace me,
I lie down with the stars,
red, blue, purpule.
I roll from one to another,
the night sky my playground,
and then I think of you.
Dad, can you see the moon
from your window in heaven ?
Do the stars kiss you goodnight ?
Do you ask the moon to come to my door
and wait until I smile,
the way I smiled when you gently kissed
my eyelids at night.
I long for those kisses,
I long to hear your voice,
my soul longs for your embrace.
The moon knows my longing,
she whispers in my ear,
I close my eyes while the moon watches
me fall asleep.
http://dversepoets.com/ Join us where we share our thoughts and our hearts. The painting above is Starry Night by Van Gogh. It's one of my favorite paintings. This poem is for my dad, the man that fed me love and art.
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If you close your eyes and really 'think' of his kisses, you will still feel them, really.ReplyDelete
You always write such real things in such a gentle, warm and loving way. It's always a pleasure to read you.
Thank you, Bren. Sweet of you :)Delete
oh i love when a piece of artwork does just that...transports us into something bigger..emotions..a person we love or just gives wings to our phantasy...nicely woven ayala..and sounds like you had a great relationship with your dadReplyDelete
Thank you, Claudia. I was blessed with a great dad that I miss every day.Delete
Nice how the artwork brings back such memories.ReplyDelete
It is, Pat :)Delete
one can only wonderReplyDelete
A gentle, sweet poem. I'd not seen that Van Gogh before, though I knew it had to be him.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Mat. Love Van Gogh :)Delete
smiles...hugs on missing your dad...and you know i am sure he looks down or in on you...lovely description of the sky...a special night...ReplyDelete
Thank you, Brian. I think he is watching... :)Delete
Now I can comment ~ReplyDelete
Beautiful painting and words...and I think he is watching you and giving you his goodnight kiss ~
Thank you, Grace. When I dream with him...I feel like he comes to visit me..Delete
the stars do speak. you listen for the right moments here.ReplyDelete
very touching piece.
Thank you, Ed :)Delete
i bet he does ask the moon to watch over you... this is so lovely and touching.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Kelly. You just made me smile :)Delete
is feeling like a van gogh painting a good thing? i can't imagine that it isReplyDelete
I love Van Gogh :)Delete
Love these lines "I lie down with the stars,ReplyDelete
red, blue, purple.
I roll from one to another,
the night sky my playground"
Sweet and touching poem!
Thank you, I appreciate it :)Delete
The moon is my mentor and muse. I miss my dad too.ReplyDelete
Sorry, Colleen...not easy.Delete
Beautiful & tender, Ayala..lovely...ReplyDelete
Thank you, Louise :)Delete
Oh, this brought tears to my eyes...Your father kissing your eyelids...How sweet and tender :))) Starry Night is one of my favorites, and you bring it to light here in a very different way. I will remember this poem for a very long time. Thank you for sharing this !!ReplyDelete
Jackie, you touch me with your words...thank you !Delete
Isn't it interesting how artwork inspires other artwork. As if all artists drink from the same well. Very nicely done here!!
Steve, I love the way you put this...all artists drink from the same well, thank you.Delete
This is a touching, tender remembrance.ReplyDelete
Your voice, your message surely heard. Keep writing, keep remembering.
Thank you, Jeff :)I will always remember. :)Delete
This is so poignant. I agree...the night sky seems to speak to us of the ones we've lost. About a week ago I sent you interview questions. Just want to make sure you got them. (No hurry, though).ReplyDelete
Thank you, Victoria. I did receive it...I am sorry..a busy couple of weeks.Delete
Well, this is just lovely. The connection to painting and your Dad. The kisses on the eyelids are visual kisses as well as remembrances. k>ReplyDelete
Thank you, Karin :)Delete
just got off the phone with my dad - we're headed to visit him this weekend. So grateful I still can, still have him with me. We're planning to visit an impressionist museum, so I'll carry your words with me as I look at the paintings. Your words paint a beautiful picture, and create a nostalgic longing.ReplyDelete
Adrienne, so happy that you get to spend time with your dad this weekend. Enjoy the moments. And thank you for taking my words with you :)Delete
Thanks for the note on my blog - it's funny how what I wrote sounded to you...because it was a good moment to me! It was a moment when the head that logically knows how crazy the guilt is genuinely connected with the heart and I felt like I was living it differently than I usually do. Even though I'd had to pull back for my health, that was all it was. And though the guilt list had been made, it wasn't being taken seriously. I have surely been to some depressing places when sick before ~ so I guess there's still echoes of that coming through. Stay tuned for news from my visit home!Delete
Adrienne, I am happy to know that your moment came from a good place :)Delete
Beautiful poem... great imagery balanced with the tenderness of the longing for your dad... wonderfulReplyDelete
Thank you, Anthony. The longing never goes away.....Delete
This is filled with such love. Beautiful write!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Mama Zen :)Delete
this is so touching. it brought tears to my eyes.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Sheila :)Delete
Beautiful, ayala. This made me miss my Dad...ReplyDelete
Thank you, Talon. Sorry about your dad....Delete
awww...so beautiful-A great poem for your dad.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Caty :)Delete
Lovely expression of the image and memory of your father. ~ RoseReplyDelete
Thank you, Rose :)Delete
Tender and evocative.ReplyDelete
Thank you, James .Delete
Emotive and honest - This is a great capture of your feelings and memories towars your father. I lost mine two months ago. Believe me, yours is watching over you.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Stu. So sorry for your loss.Delete
Such a tender write--this made me miss my father all over again---ReplyDelete
Thank you, Audrey . Sorry .......Delete
i agree with others-- there is such tenderness here... delicate remembrance...ReplyDelete
Thank you, Joanna :)Delete
Such beautiful words. It makes me think of my grandma and grandpa staring down at me. Great write.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rachel. It gives such comfort to know that they are watching.......Delete
You had chosen a beautiful Van Gogh, ayala! It is different from those orange and yellow hues typical of him. This is so realistic! And what a tribute to someone so special in your write!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Hank. I happened to love this Van Gogh. :)Delete
Such palpable longing in your words, Ayala, and a comforting notion that those whom we've lost are watching over us.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Belinda. I hope all is well with you :)Delete
you always write so evocatively and tenderly about your dad.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Leslie. I was a daddy's girl :)Delete
I love my dad very much. I'll call him later to tell him.
Thank you, Jannie. Tell him whenever you can how much you love him.... xoxoDelete
What it is about nature that evokes such memories? My dad was on my mind this weekend a lot too. I feel your longing but isn't there just that little bit of comfort when you see something and know you appreciate it because of them and they're in a way still so close?ReplyDelete
Yes, Lauren. There is a comfort to that...and I understand your longing as well...it never really goes away.Delete
Sweet write... missing my Dad too... he grew the best flowersReplyDelete
Thank you, Wolfsrosebud. How lovely that when you see flowers, you think of him .Delete
Thank you, Sara :)ReplyDelete
Beautiful, Ayala... pulls at my heart strings.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Laurie. :)Delete
I love the image of bathing in colors. It reminds of me of Holi (Indian festival of colors). As always, lovely tribute to your father and what he has taught you. xoxoReplyDelete
Thank you, Rudri. xoxo.Delete