Memory Poem #4: Cyan & Jillian: A Whole New World

Standing barefoot on the beach,
wearing a borrowed teal dress,
Jillian felt butterflies in her stomach
as all eyes were watching her.

Seven year old Ted had insisted
she sing “A Whole New World”
in the carefree way she did at home,
only in front of the beach bonfire.

She glanced at Cyan.
His face glowed in the moonlight.
“You’ll do great,” he said.
Ted had insisted
Cyan play Aladdin.

Sam started the music,
his fingers strumming the guitar,
rhythmically, bringing them to the city
of Agrabah.

As if on cue, Cyan reaches out
his arms, towards Jillian.
“I can show you the world
shining, shimmering, splendid.”
He admires the moonlit rays
shining on her dark, long hair,
illuminating her gentle face.
“Tell me, Princess, now when did
you last let your heart decide?”

He dances on the sand around her,
barefoot, in his rolled up slacks
and purple button shirt.
“I can open your eyes
take you wonder by wonder,”
he holds her hands and twirls her.
“Over, sideways and under
on a magic carpet ride.”
She dances with him.

“A whole new world
A new fantastic point of view
No one to tell us ‘no’
or where to go
or say we’re only dreaming.”

She joins in.
“A whole new world
a dazzling place I never knew.”
He holds her by the waist
and lifts her towards the sky.
“But when I’m way up here,
It’s crystal clear
that now I’m in a whole new world with you.”

He sets her down, they twirl in the sand.
Cyan and Jillian dance to the music,
with the moonlight as their spotlight
and the stars as their witness,
for a moment, forgetting
the rest of the world.
“Unbelievable sights,
indescribable feeling,
soaring, tumbling, freewheeling
through an endless diamond sky.”

As the music comes to an end,
Cyan pulls Jillian close to him.
“A whole new world.”
“A whole new world,” she repeats.
“That’s where we’ll be,” he sings.
“That’s where we’ll be,” she echoes.

He pushes her out with his hand,
she twirls away.
“A thrilling chase.”
She twirls back in.
“A wondrous place.”
Holding her close and meeting her gaze,
“For you and me,”
they finished together.

Their gaze broken
by the sound
of applause.

aladdin

Memory Poem #3: Sam & Rachel: The Proposal

Every so often, I will take a break from our main characters, Cyan & Jillian, and focus on some of their friends.  This week, we will witness a special moment shared by Sam & Rachel.

Sam & Rachel: The Proposal

Painting at the beach
was Cyan’s idea.
Proposing to Rachel
was Sam’s secret.

Sam felt the weight
of the box
inside his pocket.
He knew the weight
of her happiness
was in his hands.
He continued to paint.

With a simple brush stroke
of white paint, Sam highlighted
the sparkle in the ring
just before Cyan approached
his piece of work.

Fidgeting in place,
Sam felt Rachel’s eyes 
of curiosity
burn through his back.
He felt dizzy
from the afternoon sun.

“And Sam, here, has painted a lovely
scene at the beach,” said Cyan.
“Soft blue ocean waves
cascading onto the sand.
A beautiful young woman
in a violet dress
standing next to her beau.
He’s down on one knee…”
Cyan pauses in realization.

Rachel’s heart skips a beat.
Sam moves aside
so that she could see
the painting.
A gasps escapes her lips
as she covers her face.

He reveals a jewelry box
and gets down
on one knee.
The box opened
 
ever so slowly.
Rachel felt like a little girl
presented with candy.
The diamond sparkled brightly
in mid-day sun
casting light rays and rainbows
on the white sand beach.

Sam speaks,
“I remember hearing
the most beautiful laughter
the morning of my exam.
I searched all over
for the owner
of that voice.
When I finally found her,
I was taken
by her beauty and poise.

Rachel, you are perfection
in my eyes.
Wisdom, compassion, beauty,
confidence with humility.
You brighten my day
with your presence.
You make me a wiser,
more tender man.

I am in love
with the sparkle
in your soul
and forever want

to be by your side.
Rachel, will you marry me?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed
as tears streamed down her face.
He slipped the ring
onto her finger and she threw herself
into his arms.
The heat from the sun
warmed their hearts.

beach-proposal
~ image from Google

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Memory Poem #2: Cyan & Jillian: The Painting

He handed her the painting,
the one he did this afternoon.
“This is for you,” he said,
as he waltzed back to his room.

A night time scene
at the beach.
A little boy and a little girl
cuddled together,
watching the moonlight
dance across the ocean
and the stars twinkle
in the dark blue sky.

Multiple flashlights illuminated
colored glass bottles
of different shapes and sizes
against a big ocean rock.
Red, blue, purple, green, yellow
danced in the shadow
like the Aurora Borealis.

It was a magical scene,
so gentle, so touching,
like music to the eyes.
She smiled and held the painting
against her chest, to her heart,
as she remembered
him and her
at the beach
that night.

the-painting
Images from Google – composite done by Jenuine Inspiration (me)

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Memory Poem #1: Cyan & Jillian: First Kiss

She didn’t know why
she agreed to the kiss,
spontaneity, maybe.
She didn’t know what
she should expect
as he leaned in close.
She smelled the scent
of the sand, the ocean
and the beach.

Her heart skipped a beat
as she felt his breath
against her cheek.
His lips met hers,
soft and gentle,
like the ocean breeze.

Closing her eyes,
she breathed in…
He leaned in…
closer.
His body inches from hers,
her body against the wall.
She melted
into his arms.

For a moment, it was as if
they had disappeared
into another world
where no one was watching,
not a tree, not a bird, not a soul.

He pulled back gently,
both of them
in a daze.
He blinked,
setting down her suitcase
and cracking a smile,
as if nothing had happened.
“Here’s your room,” he said.

first-kiss
~ image from Google

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Haiku #39: Painted Dice Tower

A while back, my husband decided to make a dice tower using a wooden castle that we found at Michael’s.  With a little bit of engineering, he created a functional tower.  I had the honor of painting it.

This was the original, unaltered wooden castle birdhouse that we bought:

wooden-castle

Painted Dice Tower

Plywood, x-acto knife,
painted lines, slabs of color,
castle comes to life.

This is the final result after engineering and painting:

Like the Ocean

6 months ago, I got married and the journey has been a beautiful one.  To celebrate our semi-anniversary, I wanted to post this love poem that I wrote for my husband 🙂

Like the Ocean

I love holding your hand
as we walk along the sand.
I love you like the ocean
loves the land.

You brighten my day
like sunlight,
with a simple text 
or a gentle caress.

You brighten my night
like moonlight,
with a kiss
and a touch.

In times of hardship,
you are the rock that supports me,
the wind that lifts me,
the flower that inspires me.

You make me alive
like the tide,
and that is why
I love you.

ocean

Never write for anyone, always write for someone

While browsing through Netflix today, I came across a wacky Netflix original movie called “Girlfriend’s Day.”  It’s the story of a greeting card writer who suffered from a divorce and lost his touch.  In the midst of it, he then lost his job and somehow got involved in a murder all because Girlfriend’s Day became an official holiday.  The one thing I got out of the movie was this beautiful quote, “Never write for anyone, always write for someone.”  It really resonated with me as a writer and definitely applies to greeting cards and poetry.

edding Greeting Cards