Cool Breezes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A lazy day in Mexico

Submitted: May 08, 2008

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Lying on the chaise, I feel the cool breezes

Lazily caress my skin. The birds cry

To their mates, throaty, persuasive to the ear.

The waves seem to lag and not want

To approach the shore. They sink into the sand,

Too tired from their journey over the sea.

 

In the distance, I can hear a song from

Someone’s radio. I listen with one eye closed.

A piano is playing a syncopated rhythm

Accompanied by the murmur of drums.

A trumpet weaves a thin line of its own,

Sliding over, then under the other instruments.

 

The song is everything as I lay resting.

It wraps me in its silken, soothing notes.

I smile, stretch out on the chaise, and fall asleep.

No worries, no cares, my mind dreaming

With the music playing, the zephyr whispering,

And the birds singing in the palm trees.

 

 


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