Tuesday, April 29, 2003
More poetry from me:
Essence
II
These days
the lazy sun stretches
ambles across the sky
to lap humanity with her warm tongue
These days
nothing is lazier
than cereal swimming languidly
in the late-morning milk
These days
while trees embrace the light
their blooms swell
With golden bellies of fruit
These days
The coconut-cream smell of sunblock
Oozes off warm salty bodies
While sand migrates mischievously into every crevice.....
Time trickles softly through my fingers.
How, then, to bottle this warmth:
To save a summer essence
Against approaching winter?
9/3/03
This poem, ironically, was rewritten the day before Casey collapsed. The original - a much smaller two verse poem - was written in 1995, before the appraching medical school finals. but strange how poignant and true the emotions still are for me.
Piokiwi 3:56 pm
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