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2014 Poetry Contest Winner for the Capitola Soquel Times

Congratulations to – Pamela Martinez of Capitola, CA

Pamela’s prize is Lunch for two at Zelda’s – on the Esplanade in Capitola

SEA GLASS

 

The bottle sits beautiful in our lives

Catching the light, we admire it

Even as we begin to know it,

Our first year of marriage.

We are a cozy duo

Making daily memories

Stuffing it full of passion and

Our unshakable faith,

Believing in forever.

 

Children born cause us

To dust off the bottle periodically–

Admiring the depth of color they add even as

We begin to connect sporadically,

Hurrying love into late night moments.

Soon, our bottle is shoved aside

Taken over by soccer awards, work schedules.

We succumb to the whirlwind

Of our too cluttered life.

.

The bottle eventually shatters

At our careless neglect.

We toss its glittering fragments

Into the ocean of hurt and anger


That has become our home.

Tempted at thoughts of leaving

Not able to visualize staying

We are housemates not lovers

Married in name, not heart.

 

But time sands us.

We recognize faults in ourselves

Learn the power of forgiveness

Open the past to understand the now

Smoothing our way to peace

By daily choosing to hear

The voice of commitment whispering

“Stay for the beauty—for the forever.”

And we do.

 

Now we are left with these pieces

Fragments soft and gentle to the touch

Clarity clouded by the wearing of our battles

Colors muted by time

Treasures of a different sort

Now held together by an outside source,

They catch a light that is not our own

And remind us of where we have been.

And what He has done.

– Pamela Martinez –

 

I have always loved sea glass collecting (and now do some art with it!) but this poem came out of the pain and difficulty of this last year of our marriage, which we both would say we barely survived. One of the most difficult things to do is stay when everything we believed in looks shattered.

I’m thankful that God allowed us to weather the storm, and this poem is my way of saying we are on the mend. Not fixed, but looking for the beauty from the pieces.

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