Under this umbrella I sit
Constantly surveying the refreshing blue water before me
My eyes shielded by a polarized lens
My body teases my nose
Emanating the scent of perfectly blended coconut and papaya
Just as quickly as my mind escapes,
I snap it back like a rubber band
Focusing on the patrons frolicking about
Splashing around in their foolery
How I long to join them, if only for a second
Ready, at any given moment to jump in and bring them ashore
But know, I cannot save you if you try to save yourself, for if I do then death is certain.
No, only when you relax can I bring you to safety,
Although I yearn to float along the current, to cool off, I fight
I build up strength, stamina, and endurance
No words are necessary,
Just actions,
My job is not just a promise
It is like a security blanket, always at the ready.
The waves and current of the water will not overcome you
I am ready when you need it,
In this line of work failure is not an option
That is why, with polarized eyes
I sit under this umbrella, guarding water
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Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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Every day I set myself down on the freshly cut lawn and strip myself bare. I take my guitar and finger the frets and pick at the strings, listening for dissonance. My life is dissonance. I twist the tuning pegs until each string sounds bright. Then I kneel, calves pointing behind me, kneecaps facing forward. All exposed to the breeze. I close my eyes and play the melody.
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Such great imagery in this one!
Again! So good, and a unique perspective, and told perfectly I love the details, the scent of coconut and papaya*