Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Choice


Tend to your garden,
cultivate it,
or scorch it down with gasoline.
Heal the blisters on 
your tongue,
revive the beauty rooted 
in love.
Stand in the dark
or claw your way 
toward the light.
It's your choice
to live
or die.

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Shadows


Stories are written in the margins
of life,
on broken wings,
on calloused fingers.
Love breathes oxygen there.
Life exists
where black and white
transform into hues of grey.
Where dreams are tasted
but not lived.
Truth is questioned,
loyalty is tested,
shadows grow wings
abandoning the darkness behind.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Notes







Electronic post-it notes
in books I read
on my electronic devices.
I leave them buried,
like mines in a field,
waiting for another day
to tackle the written words,
string them into poems,
place them on the walls of my house,
and send them as dandelion seeds
into the universe.
Seeds to sprout courage for others
from my failures,
wisdom from my pain,
hope in my second chances.
Grief, seen by the soul rising 
to meet the searing pain.
Emotions, overflowing,
rushing,
knocking me off my feet,
drowning in my sorrow,
transforming
through time,
allowing it to melt 
and change,
morph
and grow,
into a beautiful memory.



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Thursday, April 5, 2018

The Day She Never forgot




On April 4th, 1944, a few hundred American bombers took off from Foggia, in Italy, to survey the Romanian air space and bomb targets of economic importance. This was a US attempt to aid its Soviet ally in the struggle against the coalition led by Nazi Germany of which Romania was part of at the time. However, the American raid also targeted Bucharest, where they were attempting to destroy the main railway station switches. This resulted in a few thousand innocent civilians getting killed, mostly refugees from northern Moldavia.~I found an article about this day.  This is an excerpt from it. A memorable day that is a part of my family’s history. My mother, my uncle and my grandparents survived this day. The house they lived in was destroyed. They were in the house moments before the bomb turned their home to rubble. I always think of this day as a blessed day when they were chosen to survive and overcome. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for them. I know my mother never forget.


Sunday, April 1, 2018

Spring



My hungry heart
whimpers like a dog
that wants to stay out of the rain.
My hungry heart
awakens 
to the shades of green in the grass
and the blue of the sky,
breathtakingly limitless.
The senses sharper
with the birth of spring.
The smell of life new.
Empty holes, filled with
 beauty and sorrow,
with blessings and loss,
overtake the moment.
Untouched
but seen.
Seen
and felt 
underneath our skin.

Sunday, March 25, 2018

March For Our Lives








Let truth enter the light of day,
as the sun rises so will our voices.
Let truth stir our souls,
swim through our marrow,
rise through our chants.
"Am I next?"
asks a little one
holding a sign,
his wispy curls cover his face.
We march,
we chant,
our voices boisterous,
demanding change.
The streets transformed
into a sea of humanity.
This moment rings with
the truth of stolen innocence,
of fear and fury,
of memories of those 
taken too soon.
Thoughts and prayers
no longer welcome.
"Enough is enough,"
we plea.
Silence replaced by conversation.
Demands urged to be met by action.
This moment
awakens a fire
within our souls.
The tide has changed,
we stand 
shoulder to shoulder.
The noble fight begins in unity.
One voice,
one vision,
one dream.

Sunday, February 4, 2018

A New Day



The moon illuminated the night,
ripe with glory,
brimming with truth.
I watched with longing as
I crawled away from dark places.
My stories shattered,
the melancholy soaking through
my bones.
My voice audible,
my hips wider,
my spirit soaring,
years of rage and silence,
despair and celebration.
The trees listened to my cries,
they whispered to me
their tales of sorrow and triumph. 
Lessons learned from failure,
redemption answered by forgiveness.
The surroundings faded into a blur
immersed in what is present.
I rejoice in the sound of his breath
laying next to me,
swept away in sweet slumber.
He seeps hope into the storms of my soul.


I have been absent from this blog, from the community that I love. Life has been hectic and full. There were moments of struggle and moments of bittersweet glory. My grandson was ill and in the hospital with a dangerous infection. He recovered. Those days were long and fueled by hope and faith.  I normally post for Christmas, New Year and my son's birthdays. It all passed by.  Daniel had his seventeenth birthday and Joshua had his thirty second birthday. My grandson is turning one this coming week. I am full of gratitude for my boys. I want to wish all of you a happy and healthy New Year. Hopefully this year will be full of light and peace for all of you. See you around.