My Daily Walk

 

 

Humid air sponge cake dense

Sun a brazen blast furnace disc 

Plants wilt in shy consequence 

And I without my Panama risk

 

A burned pate on my tonsured head

Exposed to radiation at solar noon 

My daily walk today delayed instead

Of early morning I begin to swoon

 

The bench shaded by the banyan tree

Offers cool and quiet cessation

Sitting I think of a cold Chablis

My reward for this day’s perambulation





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-07-04 at 15:47

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said, Joe. This time of year, he who hesitates will be cooked.
2021-07-05


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah, the joys and less-than-joys of a summer walk so well described.

A song of piña coladas comes to mind, though I can't think of its name, but a glass of cold water is tops for me.

I enjoyed this very much.
2021-07-04



Ooh yes, Joe, our FT is rather quick to burn too, being Irish-fair. We like the scene setting here and the turn to the banyan tree in the final stanza. The shade is very pleasant and you certainly deserve a cold Chablis for your efforts :>)
2021-07-04



This reader empathises keenly! Despite my full head of hair, my integument can very quickly turn lobster- or tomato-red (the Celtic strain predominates)!

And hope that Chablis was at least as satisfying as the shade of the banyan tree!
2021-07-04