One day perhaps
Maybe much
Exactly as this
You not not when
Nor cannot fathom why
You find yourself
Awakening from a dream
Just like this
Tumbling endlessly
Leisurely up to a degree
Down a somewhat familiar hole
Waiting expectantly at any point
To hit rock bottom
No where further
No longer left
Less onto go
With you knelt kneeling
On broken knee
Simply just counting unto yourself
Just how many falls you ignored
Before you eventually ended up
Falling on your sword
A little kettle
And five tiny cups
On a small small tray
Boiling water and tea leaves
Just brew and seive several times
And a simple morning tea is ready
For friends to gather and to sip
Quietly and leisurely
Maybe with a little bit gossip
Throughout a beautiful and serene morning
Light painted walls
Pinklish lights
Soft tones
Swaying candles
High stilted vine glasses
Slow sipping
No words
No audience
Sparkling eyes
No secrets
Mutual compromise
Hearts smiling
A leisurely night
For two naked hearts only
Awakening my zeal, smiles hazy morning
Taking leisurely walk in nature's daydream
Advancing slowly into dense fog's retreat
As sun's orange glow on the horizon rises.
Shining dew refracts in golden sunrise
Attracting rose blooms to admiring eyes
As buoyancy roams on butterfly wings
In perfumed ambiance breezy air brings.
Panoramic is ruby scene blowing in winds
Swaying tall trees on forest green hills
Floating sights gently on wavy blue waters
Rowing fluid emotions on cerulean dreams.
Humid air revolves uplifting misty clouds
Harboring dark, flashing thunderous sparks
Raining on our ardor primed for romance
Causing hesitation of sensuous thoughts.
But emergence of rosy sky invites us back
As spectrum of colors inscribes the skyline
Evoking desires in remnants of raindrops
Holding me spellbound, courting your heart.
June 22, 2019
Placed 1st: Strand select E contest by Brian Strand
Lazy, long, leisurely lunch,
Lolling, laughing, lingering,
O'er lamb-stew, linguini 'n lager.
In Louisville, Los Angeles, Las Vegas,
London, Lisbon, or Lyon;
At Los Olivos, Las Palmas, La Paloma,
La Scala, La Baguette, or La Castilla:
Let lunch lie palatially on your palate,
Let lunch slowly settle in your limbs,
Let lunch last always:
Let it lustrate and luminate
Life lived long and lived well.
amid the dizzying busyness of business
neither should one live in panicky hurry,
cramming weeks into hours, years into months,
nor should one be slothful and sluggish,
rather be prudently quick to decide and act,
and then so leisurely slow to savor and enjoy!
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