Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Invisbile Heroes

Heat rises from the streets,
sounds heard ,
a cell phone in a distance,
an ambulance siren,
all in the shadows of the white,
pristine stadium along Biscayne Bay.
Million dollar condos,
larger than life portraits,
of the basketball home team,
home town heroes.
The avenue glowing like
a pregnant woman in
her glory.
A walk away ,
the other avenue dying a slow death.
Smell of urine and semen rising
from the street.
Unattractive reality of brothers
living on cardboard boxes
in the street.
Those that drive by afraid to
look into their eyes.
Brothers that once bled
red, white, and blue
in unforgiving foreign green fields.
Long before America
led parades for heroes.
Long before small children
waved their flags in welcome.
In those days,
they were neglected,
set aside,
disposed of.
Their parades canceled and revoked.
Real heroes with no larger than life portraits.

I wrote this for the Anniversary Poetry Contest that was submitted to Nain Rougue. Please meet us here where we share our thoughts and our hearts.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

An Empty Chair

There's an empty chair
beside me.
There's an empty place that only
you can fill.
Yesterday's memories live
in the attic of my heart.
In a place that only you can reach
and comfort.
I remain with
words you left behind,
love you gently carried,
postcards of places we've been to,
photographs of moments
of a life well lived.
I have drowned in sorrow,
I have lost my way.
I have carried a scar with your name.
I want to dance in the rain,
and celebrate you.
I want to voice my gratitude to the world.
I want to bottle my tears 
and save them for another day.
I want the wind to whisper secrets
in my ear.
Today I will soar and fly,
today I will live,
today I will celebrate you.

This is dedicated to my mom. Last week I wrote a poem for her as well. This week is three years
since she passed away. I think of her every day but more so when her birthday or
anniversary of her passing is here. I miss her and I remember all our special moments. 
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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

The Magic That Was You

I inhale the peaches,
red and orange color.
Peaches so perfect,
as if they escaped a Renoir painting.
I seek a bruised one
and I delight that it's flawed.
I wait with anticpation
to slice into it.
I remember you,
gently holding a knife
and cutting into it.
A smile would appear
in the corners of your mouth,
when you tasted the sweetness.
I take a peach to my lips,
the taste almost intoxicating.
I wish I could share it with you mom,
the way we shared so much.
I carried slices of pain,
between mother and daughter.
I held bitterness to unkind words,
unimportant and trivial,
now that you're gone.
I have not forgotten,
the magic that you carried.
Love you scattered.
Your arms that like a blanket,
covered us and kept us warm.
The love that made walls into
a home.
I wish you knew
that I miss you everyday
since you left.
When you visit me in my dreams,
I attempt to remember
fragments of you.
I remain longing for you,
for words I did not say,
those last few days.
You tried to speak
but I could not understand,
your tongue swollen,
your eyes desperate to reach me.
I hid the tears but
you saw the pain in my eyes.
Mom, as I inhale this peach,
as I soak into this life,
I remember.
The longing lingers,
the pain remains
and I wish you were here.

August 26th is three years since my mom passed away. I miss her every day.
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Tuesday, August 7, 2012

His City

I fall in love the minute we land.
Her skies grey,
yet they welcome me.
I take a deep breath,
I feel like I am home,
even though we just met.
She is his city
and so I feel like she's mine.
Her beauty unfolds as I 
watch her awaken from her sleep.
I want to embrace her,
the way she embraces him.
I fall into her,
she is magical at sunrise 
over the Boston harbor.
Red brick buildings,
historical walks,
ducks that come to life in a 
children's book I read to him
when he was a child.
In her streets I walk
feeling alive,
they tease me because my smile
is wider,
my voice is lighter,
they don't know that I am home.

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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Moments Of Our Life

We stumble into Dunkin Donuts 
with a desire for a good cup of Joe.
He cracks a joke with
the girls behind the counter and
they smile, their day
becomes a little sunnier.
We eat breakfast sandwiches,
I watch the faces of those I love,
rubbing sleep from their eyes.
A good feeling washing over me.
We converse on the way to Cape Cod,
small whimsical buildings,
American flags flying in the wind .
A memorial for Kennedy and the Korean war,
I'm proud to be an American.
Unlike my children that were born into it,
I don't take it for granted.
I feel privileged,
a fire burning inside of me.  
We find a restaurant that won
the best clam chowder
twelve times in a row.
Everyone is chatting
while waiting.
My love is like a little boy
as he tastes his childhood
in fried clams.
He smiles and voices gratitude
that we can
and so many can't.
At that moment I love him all over again,
I love them,
I love him,
my moment complete.

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