Your Books

I found your seeds of wisdom

where you buried them long ago

in my subconscious

 with seeds

of love that you gave me every time

our eyes met . 

I found your books ,

overflowing boxes 

and rooms

smelling like the old and the new

in a wonderful mixture 

of life.

Sober from the loss

I gave your books away

as if they were casual friends

we did not want to dine with.

I gave them away

and I felt empty.

You had extracted beauty

from their pages

while you were famished for knowledge.

They gave you the breath

of life,

and silenced your desires. 

Words,

multi faceted gems of light,

when you spoke 

I could see their brilliance. 

I sat in the dark room,

wishing I could wallpaper the

walls with the contents of art,

 philosophy and

poetry

sentences you strung with passion.

I sat hoping that I would catch a whisper,

 that I would hear your voice

calling .

when I closed my eyes,

I held your shirt

breathing in your faint scent.

I sat and waited

 feeling you closer

all along

the moon comforting me.

For my dad. May 10 will be six years since he has passed away. I miss him every day and I l will love him forever.

 

Never Again

I stand at the edge of the world

where the clouds 

and shadows meet.

The darkness draws me in

an echo resonating in my being.

The war was long

and heartless.

Innocence lost,

lives perished 

rays of light

dimmed.

Names will be called

 in Berlin,

Jerusalem,

Boston,

Washington D.C.

as we whisper under

our breath,

the words,

never again.

The sound of the names called

will make us shudder,

 leave us empty

and somber.

Their stories are mine,

their loss is ours.

My great grandparents

were murdered

 in cold blood,

their blood is still

pulsating in my veins.

The roots of my tree

have been cut down

forever changed.

I lost my religion,

but I never lost hope.

 I am spirtual

but not religous

and with that

I am not forgetting them.

I will not forget

or walk

away 

or be silenced.

 I'll wear the yellow

star on my heart for them. 

We were not connected 

only

by religion

 but by humanity.

I will remember,

they are engraved on the

walls of my heart.

Never again

I whisper.

Dedicated to those perished and those who survived including my dear father that was a light in my life.

 

The Blushing Moon

The lizard tells me tales

about the dragonfly

while it chases shadows

under the palm trees.

The worms are crawling 

in the mud

whispering about last night.

We gazed at the sky

and we watched

 the lunar eclipse mesmerized.

Holding the lens

capturing the

 blood moon blushing.

The color vibrant,

and our hearts open.

There is a silent truth

in moments like these.

I watch you immersed

 in wonder

and the stillness 

and magic

of it all

 saturates my being

with gratitude 

and celebration. 

My son Daniel and I set our alarm clock to 3:15 A.M and we watched

with wonder the blushing moon. Sweet moments of life. 

Treasures

The box of jewels 

is dressed with 

green velvet inside.

The box is home to

the leaves and shells

that you gave me.

They chatter all day,

 when the house 

is silent

 I listen.

The leaves remember the 

taste of rain.

They whisper of spring

and children in the park.

They whisper of vines

crawling,

 bathing in the sunlight.

The shells tell tales

about mermaids with 

wavy hair

 floating on seaweed

frolicking in the waves.

The pail was full 

when we walked along

the sand 

sharing summer days

on the island. 

Your hair smelled

 like the salty sea.

I took a deep breath

taking it in

like oxygen 

to carry me through.

I chased the days

as they slipped away

like water rolling through my hands.

The leaves and shells chatter

and I remember

magical yesterdays.

The Dragon

The light shimmers

on the water. 

The museum stands 

like a jewel on the waterfront.

We watch the egrets

spread their wings

slowly, powerfully,

and we dream of freedom.

Our thoughts floating 

away with them.

You are born on the year

of the dragon,

myth and legend. 

Symbol of power and

good fortune.

Your eyes shine like

the stars

and your strength is in 

your words and

in your hunger.

One day you will 

make this a better place 

with your vision

and your wisdom. 

You will be carried

 by your wings

stretching to embrace

the wondrous

universe. 

Over at http://dversepoets.com/ Maria has us writing about animals and their symbolism. Meet us there.

This photo is of my son Daniel. He is standing in front of a dragon sculpture at Miami's Perez Art Museum .