Kim Rodrigues Poet Free verse

Far Away

FAR AWAY

shell necklaces tinkle
  palms and fingers tell a story
 awkward hips expound

humidity low in Waikiki
    the eighties so far away

     our garlands in our grasp
with cherub smiles
  holding unwrinkled hands

     in an exotic land
       we call our home

little ones shall forget
  the sound of the sea
 my sailor cap
          boogie boards slapping

the waves
   warm sand beneath their toes

we keep in touch with sentimental
 stories  navy brats really don’t understand
       pearl harbor after the war 

my mind wanders
            seeing a minute engraving ~

picturing a bomb and 1941
      life goes on and on
  meeting up with us
            ~~ passing us by

7/10/2017

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Nayda Ivette Negron Flores August 1, 2017 at 10:27 PM Congratulations Kim on the placement of the contest. Kim Rodrigues August 2, 2017 at 6:16 AM Thanks so much, Nayda :)

Kevin Shaw July 19, 2017 at 5:33 PM A super poem with a nice easy flow, invoking memories of long ago and yet not that long ago. I am sure I could hear the waves whilst reading your poem. Kind regards, Kevin x Kim Rodrigues July 19, 2017 at 6:52 PM Thank you, Kevin :)

Mark Hurlin Shelton July 16, 2017 at 1:48 AM Hi Kim , thats a really well written and well structured poem, it might be better however, to never end off a poem on a sad note, but with hope or a silver lining. Kim Rodrigues July 16, 2017 at 7:44 AM Literally there is the smallest engraving in a tile on the floor on Ford Island. Kim Rodrigues July 16, 2017 at 7:43 AM Thank you, Mark. It is not meant to show so much sadness but the passing of time...before, then, and now...almost wave-like.

Daniel Turner July 11, 2017 at 7:20 AM Just think, a couple more generations and WW II will be a footnote in the history books. So sad:( A mix of the happy and sad here, Mrs Kim. The islands are a magical place. Wonderful poem:) Good luck! Kim Rodrigues July 11, 2017 at 8:49 AM All you say is true. Times are changing. Thanks, Daniel!

Carrie Richards July 10, 2017 at 8:44 PM This is wonderful Kim, a reflection of how the past and the present intermingle, but some things cannot be forgotten, no matter how serene they may seem. I love this one! A poignancy, yet subtle. :) Kim Rodrigues July 10, 2017 at 8:46 PM Thanks so much, Carrie!

Chris Green July 10, 2017 at 4:16 PM Funny how the past becomes obscure when the future beckons. At least for some it seems. I like this though, the island and the history...it will always be there for whoever wants to peruse it. Kim Rodrigues July 10, 2017 at 8:56 PM Thanks, Chris.

Charlie Smith July 10, 2017 at 2:46 PM Nice mix of memories Kim, kind of keeps things in perspective... Kim Rodrigues July 10, 2017 at 3:20 PM Thanks, Charlie!

Dean Wood July 10, 2017 at 10:17 AM Sounds like you are having fun in the islands Kim. A thought provoking poem. Well written as always. - Dean Kim Rodrigues July 10, 2017 at 10:26 AM Many many years ago! And we did :)