Sweet Sublime
Sweet sublime
the taste of an oyster
strange cold and true
like drinking sea water but not being sick
being lifted up
A lime...tart and chilled...in liquid dipped
and it dives
then lifts me up...I feel lighter
a hot water shower...such comfort
is truly one...a child's gift of sublime
Give me lemons and limes
give me oysters and little neck clams
give me raw tuna and salad and ice cream
give me life!
That I can not argue with you about anything that went before
make me breath
in simple pleasures
bread oven warm with butter
and a dash of salt or served with Italian true deep green olive oil
give me white napkins and music...Italian...or French or Sinatra
music playing ...sweeping me
Give me Opera lifting questing searching striving attaining height
lift me up with lighting...
the suns cast at end of day
sideways glances...illuminating the bushes...the greens
the shadows it casts
chairs become monuments to time when someone sat there and a mere limb on a tree become symphony
rescue me with grace and glory...simple and little and priceless
let me remember always the smell of coffee downstairs
that a friend has made
in my decadent leisure of sleeping in
when I was meant to serve...to get up and make coffee that they could wake to that scent
Give me friends...beautiful kind friends who spot you
wake you...give a coffee scent to... hope of today
when your soul is just too tired to wake
your body to beaten to rise and you just desperately need a reason to rise
"fall down 7 but get up 8"
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2022
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