The Brink
Take a walk inside a park or
Jaunt a forgotten trail.
Close your eyes and listen.
Take a deep breath and exhale.
Hello my name is Sylvia. I presently work in the healthcare field. I love to paint with oils and often feel I wish I had the chance to study art. I love poetry of all kinds and someday hope to pick up on the different styles. I'm trying, but until I do...I'll just follow the words of my mother, who passed when I was a young girl, "Just say what's on your heart," so I do. From my poetry you'll find many different topics, topics that matter to me and reflect who I really am. The above picture was taken by me...I love wildlife and the environment and hope my poetry hits home on keeping it safe.
Take a walk inside a park or
Jaunt a forgotten trail.
Close your eyes and listen.
Take a deep breath and exhale.
Help me design my garden of life
Full of iris, crocus, and lily
With daffodils that shine so bright
Like the sun of the greater deities.
Standing on the ocean shore
Waves rushing through my toes
Images run across my mind
From the days of long ago
Waves crashing high
Against the ship's hull
The wind blows, a nouveau
Realization seeps in.
The sands of time have rendered fear
Blue skies on high no longer clear
Stars were bright whence they came
Now dimmed, obscured, pollution's haze
Environmental pollution is a global issue, and hence it has entered into world of poetry. Poets have unique ability to express to communicate with their audience more effectively than anyone...
I, who wrote this poem, wish to make a final note. After this event, I noticed I was having difficulty staying awake. I went in for a sleep study and found that I desated to 65%...quite frankly at the hospital if you reach 70's or sustained in the 80's, in oxygenation, there is a high probability you are going to be vented. Apnea-it made me think...was I breathing? How long did I stop breathing? All unanswered...