Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Mid Life Island


My vessel empty,
dark,
tangled up in blue.
My interior landscape,
desolate,
the sound of the wind echoes
through.
Days when I am the wreckage,
days when I am the storm.
Standing in mid-life,
the memory of the chaotic past
floats in and out of my thoughts,
like a colorful buoy
faded by the sun;
the color drained as
the elements seized
without mercy.
The scars have faded
but resurface
like a letter for additional postage.
Truth gnaws like a dog on a bone,
I choose to swim against the tides.
The erosion on my shore
only felt by me.
The mind battles the clutter,
while the illusions are mourned.
Tangled up in blue,
a light in the distance,
is the beacon,
to the answers,
to the possibility
of tomorrow.

70 comments:

  1. This is vivid, and visceral: Truth gnaws like a dog on a bone
    Well done.

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  2. "I choose to swim against the tides." Yes, sometimes this is just what we need. If going with the flow wouldn't do us good, better swim against the tide. :)

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  3. Midlife is a hard (and long) period. Much to do, but still a time to find your ways... and takes time to realize that there are no beacons to follow but that other look for you to be the lighthouse.

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  4. Of course we ought to look forward to the possibility of tomorrow. Dawn lives there.

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  5. I like the way you have used Dylan's words 'tangled up in blue', which evoke a desolate interior landscape so well. Your poem is full of sensual imagery: the sound of the wind, the visual wreckage and stone and, especially, the simile 'like a colorful buoy / faded by the sun'. I love the way you write about resolve:
    'The scars have faded
    but resurface
    like a letter for additional postage';
    'I choose to swim against the tides';
    and
    'Tangled up in blue,
    a light in the distance,
    is the beacon,
    to the answers,
    to the possibility
    of tomorrow'.

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  6. Visceral and vivid, Ayala. Could feel the pulse of this poem. xo

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  7. Sure have to make your own path many a time or end up getting sucked out to sea.

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  8. "The mind battles the clutter,
    while the illusions are mourned."...loved this line

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  9. "Days when I am the wreckage,
    days when I am the storm."

    So true.

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  10. Beautiful and poignant. "...The scars have faded / but resurface / like a letter for additional postage...". Such a great simile!

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  11. Great, sensuous imagery! Enjoyed the poetry very much.

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  12. "floats in and out of my thoughts,
    like a colorful buoy
    faded by the sun;"
    Especially LOVE this image.
    The aging process.....sometimes it is indeed like floating with the past before you.......thinking of what was. The challenge is to stay afloat and enjoy the present, looking forward to the morrows.

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  13. I can really identify with the feelings expressed in your poem. Great similes, too.

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  14. Sometimes a person just has to swim against the tide!

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  15. Brave and beautiful write, dear Ayala - especially liked the line:

    "Days when I am the wreckage,
    days when I am the storm."

    Great!

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  16. Lovely, lovely piece...yes it is like that...sometimes. The letter returned for lack of suficent postage.

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  17. Living does tend to shake things up...

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  18. Lovely to read it once again Ayala.

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  19. Wonderfully worded, a pleasure to savor!

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  20. those years can be challenging - working my way through a book right now to find healing for some things of the past and be able to head lightly and with new vision towards the future - it's rewarding..

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  21. Wonderful writing, Ayala. I especially love your closing lines.

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  22. Whoa! In the key of G... I do hope things get better :)
    ZQ

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  23. Sometimes we must try and swim against the tide!

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  24. I like the way that you have reflected here.....I feel as if, in this poem, you are working through something.

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  25. Thank you for this well written motivation.

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  26. Days when I am the wreckage,
    days when I am the storm... well said.. I think most people can relate to that as they wait for the sky to clear.

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  27. Crossing the ocean of our life, we are bound to hit every kind of weather and circumstance...

    Elizabeth

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  28. Beautifully layered and nuanced. You have articulated the 'way' (that often takes us against the tides) through inner turmoil to "the possibility
    of tomorrow" - with insight and depth.

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  29. Truth gnaws like a dog on the bone is my favourite image in this poem

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  30. Lovely thoughts about those "waves" in life. Hopefully, we can all see that light in the distance.

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  31. I love the image of a letter send back for postage due...and those colorful bouncing buoys!

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  32. I liked the comparison of scars reopening to a letter coming back for more postage. I also liked the contrast between being the wreckage or the storm causing the wreckage.

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  33. Agree with others that he postage line is wonderful. Good poem, Ayala!

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  34. I like this Ayala. It captures completely the feeling of being at six's and seven's without many answers, falling back on one's memories for something to compare it to, then finding a litany of similes only to realize sometimes it's only patience and hope that one can cling to in torrent of tumultuous times! Thank you.

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  35. I like that beacon of light and hope at the end ~ Hope you are well Ayala ~

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