NYC Summer

free form, free verse, Nature, NYC, poetry, Uncategorized, weather

NYC SummerInescapable heat
intensified by concrete and steel.
Throngs of people crowd the streets,
dirt envelops all surfaces,
the scent of rancid garbage permeates the air.

Despite it all,
rain is beautiful on a steamy day;
the petrichor feeds my soul,
relief has washed over my body. 

Shot by me at The Brooklyn Barge, Brooklyn NY

Beach Sunrise

Revitalize

free form, free verse, Mindfulness, Nature

Possibilities;
the sunrise is a blessing.
Glittering rays kiss my face,
the possibilities of a new day;
An awakening

Thankful for this moment,
a peaceful calm only nature can offer
Soothing sounds of waves rolling onto the shore,
Set intentions
Oh, the difference each day makes

A new liberation
as the sun warms all in its wake
Arousing a joy so pure, so stimulating,
Because it comes from within;
be true to yourself and find peace,
calm the internal stirrings

Broken boys, a poem

Broken Boys

free form, free verse, poetry, Well Being

They leave messy trails behind them,
physically and emotionally;
the boys who break hearts

The empty love that wafted
so effortlessly off their lips
and into the mouths of the unassuming;
they whispered reassurances
during moments of weakness,
only to break said promises later
Their actions show that their words carried no weight

They lash out in fits of anger and break things;
to show strength,
to release the ugly energy
They break up homes and come from broken homes

Capable of breaking others, they manipulate;
the smart ones find the right woman
and break her too,
because ‘strong women need to be broken’

Is there hope for the broken boys who’ve lost their way?
Those who carry the stench of darkness
and wear it like a badge of honor –
an undercurrent that runs so deep

You almost feel bad for them
Unlike you,
they have the bravery to act on their brokenness
You hide from yours and bury your inner torments
then you feel sorry for yourself,
because you’re broken too
and that’s what broken people do.

Pic taken by me at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery

Nostalgia

free verse, poetry

Summer reminds me of my youth;
chasing fireflies,
being fearless,
picking up insects,
turning over rocks,
playing in the dirt
Blissfully ignorant

Ocean water dances on my body,
heat radiates off the concrete,
jungle gyms and sprinklers are my best friends

Time flies and I’m awash with nostalgia
I’ve lived a life already
childhood seems so far removed
Resurrect the inner child

Oh, and there were days –
longing to be one of the grown-ups –
what a trivial pursuit

Now I’ve reached adulthood;
thoughts consumed by new longings
to a simpler time
How do I feed and nourish the girl I once was,
the girl who still lives.

Pic taken by me at Coney Island, New York

Always There

Nature, poetry

Rose

she received them when she graduated
a celebration
the valentine’s days of the past
sometimes, “just because”

placed on her bedside when you were born
the celebration of life
natural, sweet perfume that permeated
the sterile, clinical, unwelcome feeling

roses were always beautiful
even when they were dried
for her artistic endeavors

they were placed on the wreath
to celebrate her life
and placed over her as she lay to rest
life, love, happiness, and death

the roses
were always there

 

Pic: Taken by me, Peggy Rockefeller Rose Garden at New York Botanical Gardens – Bronx, NY

St. Louis No. 1 Cemetery

Wholeness

Mindfulness, Well Being

St. Louis No. 1 Cemetery

Embrace the dark with the light
The yin and yang, the language of the universe
There will always be a piece of the yin in the yang
There will always be a piece of the yang in the yin
Ever connected
Masculine and feminine
These two forces will always be one

To think positively, to appreciate the good in life
Comes the responsibility of addressing the shadows
The undercurrents of our souls that don’t always look so pretty
The acceptance that the undesirable always lurks around the corner
As above so below
Maintain the balance and become whole with yourself

Pic: Taken by me, St. Louis Cemetery #1 – New Orleans, LA