Musings by The Poet Loriet
Red Velvet Repose
The indoor water park
towers three majestic stories
--fountains, slides, waterfalls--
elementary elements
ready for exploration
by energetic tots,
cooped up by winter.
As my family contentedly
floats on inner tubes
down the "lazy river",
I sneak into the whirlpool.
Warm jets
massage
my thoughts away.
I become mesmerized,
peering through the glass atrium wall
at the city lights--
the bluish-black ripples of the Illinois River--
my own personal sanctuarium.
Voices of rambunctious screaming kids
become
muted
as I immerse
in the mantra of rushing water.
An occasional V-shaped
seagull's shadow
interrupts
the mysterious brooding
of the night sky.
The elusive ghost moon
plays hide and seek,
overpowered by city glow--
reflected
as feathery fingers,
splattering across the river.
My aches and pains
are filtered away
by jet streams of water therapy,
allowing my mind freedom
to open like a sponge.
As I head to the sauna,
my black slim suit
clings to me
like a seal's skin.
Moments later,
I am inhaling spearmint air.
Sweat
pours down my temples,
dusting my soul--
purifying my spirit.
I inhale as if doing yoga,
feeling menthol aromas
invigorating my body,
igniting warmth
that spreads like fire
to the tips of my toes,
which wriggle in pleasure...
Then, I exhale deeply
feeling my hot breath
scorch the air
as if I were an omnipotent
fire-breathing dragon.
Imbibing positive energy,
Detoxifying of negative
poisons,
I float on
steam clouds,
vaporize my thoughts--
my mind is erased,
~blank~
peace prevails.
My eyes close,
as I slip
into
velvet
red
darkness.
Lori Beal
towers three majestic stories
--fountains, slides, waterfalls--
elementary elements
ready for exploration
by energetic tots,
cooped up by winter.
As my family contentedly
floats on inner tubes
down the "lazy river",
I sneak into the whirlpool.
Warm jets
massage
my thoughts away.
I become mesmerized,
peering through the glass atrium wall
at the city lights--
the bluish-black ripples of the Illinois River--
my own personal sanctuarium.
Voices of rambunctious screaming kids
become
muted
as I immerse
in the mantra of rushing water.
An occasional V-shaped
seagull's shadow
interrupts
the mysterious brooding
of the night sky.
The elusive ghost moon
plays hide and seek,
overpowered by city glow--
reflected
as feathery fingers,
splattering across the river.
My aches and pains
are filtered away
by jet streams of water therapy,
allowing my mind freedom
to open like a sponge.
As I head to the sauna,
my black slim suit
clings to me
like a seal's skin.
Moments later,
I am inhaling spearmint air.
Sweat
pours down my temples,
dusting my soul--
purifying my spirit.
I inhale as if doing yoga,
feeling menthol aromas
invigorating my body,
igniting warmth
that spreads like fire
to the tips of my toes,
which wriggle in pleasure...
Then, I exhale deeply
feeling my hot breath
scorch the air
as if I were an omnipotent
fire-breathing dragon.
Imbibing positive energy,
Detoxifying of negative
poisons,
I float on
steam clouds,
vaporize my thoughts--
my mind is erased,
~blank~
peace prevails.
My eyes close,
as I slip
into
velvet
red
darkness.
Lori Beal
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