Not Chasing Yesterday

I am standing still

in the moment.

I'm not chasing my youth,

I left it behind me.

I savor today,

I carry a lantern to light

my way through the walls

of my heart.

I possess a childish enthusiasm,
even though the road was rough
my sense of wonder
may be tainted but
 not diminished or broken.
The light in my eyes
at times filled
with darkness.
 I remember pieces
of my childhood,
laughter and sadness.
A pin an astronaut gave me when I was six,
songs I sang with dad on a worn out tape,
books holding secrets,
poems I wrote as a little girl,
in colorful dog eared notebooks.
Dots on a map of a life
 well lived.
I have savored sweetness,
and swam in melancholy,
I have climbed over
walls that imprisoned me,
I have confronted what was expected
of me
and chose my own path,
my own way.
I chewed those moments
without regret.
I don't want yesterday's
leftovers,
I don't wish to recycle my dreams.
No,
I have grown,
changed,
evolved.
I'm not chasing yesterday,
I am living today.
 



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Patron Shots With My Brother

Patron shots,

with you ,

brother.

Our road smooth and rough

our journey sweet and sour

when did we get so old ?

It seems like yesterday

we were erecting tents out of sheets

playing cowboys that

we loved to watch in 

the town theatre.

We found refuge from the heat

and delighted in the smell 

of fresh popcorn.

You resented the little

tag along sister

that looked up to you. 

Here we are

we have lived,

we loved,

and we lost our parents

we walked through

grief and pain.

Yesterday is present,

a soundtrack of our life,

a loving home,

with treasured memories.

A life not perfect,

but a life well lived.

Patron shots

to celebrate your birthday

to celebrate our life

magical yesterdays

that will live forever

in our hearts.

 

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I Know You

Love,

I know you

like the first sentence in a 

poem I walk into.

Love,

I know you like a wave in the ocean

washing over me,

like the wind in my hair,

like mom's baking.

Love

 I know you

like the breath I inhale,

like a song I hum,

like the sand in my feet,

like a dream I had

dreamt last night .

Love,

I know you,

like Sunday ,

like sunrise on vacation,

like the taste of my childhood.

Love,

I know you,

like coming home,

like rolling in the mud,

like banana ice cream,

like lemon,

unmistakable,

distinct,

irreplaceable,

defined.

My love fierce,

my love eternal,

my love yours

completely.

Murky Waters

Confessions of the soul

take place on dark alleyways,

and on sunny open fields

of green.

If I open my heart

would you still love me ?

The past resides within,

it is my companion.

Will you still throw bouquets 

at my feet,

and give me accolades.

 Would you deem me insane

for wanting to die.
Would you deem me insane

for wanting to live

without regrets,

with unbridled abandon

for loving without boundaries,

for fighting a battle I could not win.

I threw myself into murky waters

without knowing how to swim.
I learned lessons while
I was drowning.

Confessions of the soul,

we carry them like fragile threads

that comes undone.

The anchor within releases

we let them fly one by one,

we find ourselves free. 

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Letters To Heaven

,

In the moonlight

I write letters to heaven.

The wind whispers ,

my hair tangled and free

my eyes wide open.

Letters to heaven,

poems stuffed with love,

slices of my soul.

I leave a trail on the sand,

I draw on orange withered leaves.

On nights the stars cast a

light on my backyard.

You can find bold letters,

left for you to gaze from up above.

I love you,

thank you,

you are forever in my heart.

Yesterday was four years since my mom passed away. I think of her every day. I think of her watching 

from above. Our son got engaged this weekend to a wonderful girl that we love. We were excited and happy. I know how much my parents would have rejoiced in this and I wish they could have been here.

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The Past

Ice cube under my tongue,

I close my eyes
not to savor
but to remember.
Ice cubes filled my belly,
drowning the sound of hunger.
Isolation,
thoughts unraveled
like threads undone.
Shackled by yesterday
a prisoner of the past.
Searing pain,
I close my eyes to remember.




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The Ceiling

We float through clouds

red crimson sunrise 

heavenly sunsets.

Cobalt waters,

budding green fields,

we are consumed by the magic.

We lie on the floor,

our senses sweeping us away,

like waves in the ocean.

Childlike we float even though

our feet are grounded.

We feel the butterflies of our soul

take flight,

inspired by beauty and grace.

Last week on our trip to Seattle we were amazed at the Dale Chihuly Museum which took our breath away.

My son and I were on the floor taking in the Persian Ceiling which was simply gorgeous. 

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