It was time to go.
I packed bags and memories
Tucked heart back in sleeve.
Sixty minutes flight
Back across the shining sea.
How to view things now?
Stories are my gift
To speak of Cuba’s people.
Words also take flight.
poetrybyheart.me
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
Recent Comments
Andrea Stephenson on Re Turnjng poetrybyheart.me@poe… on Re Turnjng Pleasant Street on Re Turnjng poetrybyheart.me@poe… on Re Turnjng Pastor Kris on Re Turnjng
poetrybyheart.me 
Beautiful words and memories. ❤
Thanks, Colleen. 🙂
good job, Viv!
Thanks, Janet. It was a labor of love.
I’ll never understand our policies, some countries we boycott, some we send scads of money. Aren’t we crazy, some how?
Things are complicated, as Jose would say. 🙂
Lovely mix of concrete and abstract metaphors.
Xxx
Diana
Thanks for your comment. I like what you say about my metaphors. ❤
thanks for sharing with us your journey and experiences… it’s been fun and informative 🙂
Thanks a lot. It was great to be able to write and share my journey. 🙂
Your stories are a lovely gift, now matter where those flying words land 🙂 Lovely poem!
Thanks, Christy. Your affirmation of my poetry and your supportive comments always mean a lot to me. ❤
I feel the same way about your support. I hope your day is going beautifully ❤
Thank you for bringing the soul and heart of Cuba through your articles your poem here is a lovely way to finish this article , I hope you publish these posts together as I am certain they would be most welcome to lots of readers. Blessings Kathy.
I’m glad you felt the heart and soul of Cuba in my writing. I would like to gather my articles into a single place. My blog needs organization. That’s a mystery to me, 🙂 ❤