Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

What Remains


What remains is
the vast blue sky,
words in tattered notebooks
love softly engraved on the skin
where it was born
cultivated
and freed.
What remains of my life is
the love I gave 
with outstretched
arms
with my heart blooming
 to make yours rise.
What remains is laughter
 carried by the wind
feathers floating in the park.
What remains are the
moon and the stars
as the days go forward
and life goes on.

37 comments:

  1. nice...i hope that when i am gone i can be remembered by the love i gave and that it remains behind me, as life goes on....

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  2. when our love remains, it was a life well lived....

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  3. I love the uplifting quality of defining what remains. A wistful and hopeful verse, Ayala. Thanks.

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  4. I think an imprint of love in the blue sky is the best a dead man can achieve.

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  5. A beautiful love always does remain. This is lovely Ayala!

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  6. I hope that a lot of good will remain as evidence of my life once I have gone.

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  7. great write Ayala; if anything, I want to be remembered for the love I gave to the ones I care about..

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  8. I hope that the memories that we leave behind will be cherished and forever remembered ~ Good one Ayala ~

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  9. I love these words! I too hope that ultimately the people I love remember how much I love them and maybe that I have inspired one or two.

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  10. this was so positive... lovely thoughts

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  11. So beautiful.... I especially love these lines... " love softly engraved on the skin
    where it was born
    cultivated
    and freed."
    Beautiful.

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  12. Life will always go on and what remains will always hold true

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  13. Your poetry is truly lovely.

    "What remains is laughter
    carried by the wind
    feathers floating in the park."


    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^= . <3 . >< } } (°>

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  14. Oh beautiful...and what a precious gift to leave... wonderful!

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  15. Such soulful imagery you build in here Ayala - heartfelt.

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  16. emotions................expressed beautifully.

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  17. So beautiful as the love we make.. is the part of us that goes on ONE.. in so many other eyes.. of life.. in death.. in life.. in death.. the cycle goes on...

    the love...

    never dies.....is

    US.

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  18. A lovely write. These words in particular touched me: "love softly engraved on the skin/where it was born/cultivated/and freed".
    :-)
    -HA

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  19. To have leave beauty and love for remembrance is a blessed thing.

    janet

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  20. wish we could all feel like that when we are here no more...so much peace & comfort in the lines..beautiful Ayala...

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  21. Those are some pretty good remains. xx

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  22. Beautiful. It's good to consider what we want as our remains as life goes on. Lovely write!

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  23. How perfect and plentiful is this offering!

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  24. Giving love to others is the best way to have them remember you. Love leaves a lasting impact on us. Well done.

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  25. Our legacies are abstract and in the memories of others...love engraved, indeed.

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  26. I so love this beautiful poem Ayala! I do hope you will join us for the Gratitude Quilt this year. Instructions at the top of my blog:-)

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  27. I love this...yes, love remains...a fire who's embers never burn out...

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  28. gentle and forgiving, in the end ~

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  29. Quite a lovely poem. Not unlike the one I posted yesterday in subject matter!


    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^= . <3 . >< } } (°>

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  30. What beautiful remains, ayala. All the important ones.

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  31. I came back for another read and loved it even more. I, too, hope that what remains, after me, will be the love I gave - to people, to the natural world and to animals - all my loves. Sigh. This is a beautiful heartfelt poem. And a wise one.

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  32. And what remains is such beauty. ❤

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