A sigh of relief
I breathe a sigh of relief when I cross the street. I stoop down on the ground without a smile or a frown to look back at where I am coming from and the long stretch of road in front of me and the next voyage to cross the sea.
I can hear the engines rolling and the orchestra playing yonder, and tension building up near and far. Take me to the garden where the wild things grow and climb the tree where the passion fruits wrap it vine around the roots and wet your lips with succulent strawberry and let the juice run down your mouth before you start to shout.
Roll on the grass and climb the tree and you will have a great sense of relief. The circumference is deep, so measure it before you take that leap; the windows are open wide, so get ready for the unexpected bride.
If you wear jeans and shirt the business will sell out, go for the fancy dresses too and the million dollars suite; the central park buggy will carry you if you are wearing an extra tight pair of shoes. You can observe the sheen on my lips when I attempt to make that once in a lifetime kiss.
I breathe a sigh of relief when the ball stuck in the tree, I breathe a sigh of relief when I discover the bun without cheese, and the ball could not come down for the wind was not moving around. But with one giant shake, everything tumbles through the gate, and the architect of the sea has designed a plan to rescue me, and when we hit the floor, we knew that time will be no more.
Come and have a dialogue with me to settle this age-old agony; the dry parched earth on which you stand, hardened from the murmuring heat has granted me the courage to speak.
Bold is the night when cocks and hens start to fight but the essence of life will meet you there on time. They come from near and far with peace on their mind, and we will settle the score before anyone walks through the door.
Stay with me for a while and gentle close your eyes and you will see everything as plain as can be; the hall is full and everyone is well dressed and looking good, it is like a garden floating in paradise, with sweet aroma and fragrant perfume floating in the sky and everyone was smiling with good cheers and the music floats splendidly through the hall, and I breath a sense of relief when I woke up from my sleep.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
