Atmospheric Pressure
ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE
High pressure, like a huge hug,
we sail through seas on sunshine fun,
Sans a care, in this birthplace of soil.
Ahoy, those troubled seas, doth seed
vibrant blues, of lowest pressure.
A potential whirlwind, of weather,
comes crashing down, to relieve
(often careening) our festivities,
tossing our mortal flesh about.
((((We oft desire to cocoon ourselves,
in lukewarm lullabye, pretense,
of the calming eye of mother nature.))))
I shall opine, and deviate with adventure.
Give me the warm high pressure upon my spine.
Lecture me, with the lows of tempest thunderstorm.
Friend, I will hug you tight,
Lull you to sleep,
Awaken you furiously.
O gentle earth! O rapturous heavens!
8/6/2107
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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