Ecstasy
It's midday and way too hot
The sun burns like a beam through discarded glass.
I lay beneath the slowly circling ceiling fan
Eyes closed
Ice tea close at hand while
Listening to Enya's soft soothing sounds.
Such is ecstasy.
Vi Jones
© May 20, 2005
posted by Vi Jones @ 11:25 AM
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Exquisite! I can feel the heat, see the ice tea sweating in it’s glass, hear the tranquilizing, becalming sounds of the Orinoco Flow. I must have read over the title, because the last sentence came as a surprise - brought me up short - yet was as flawless as a puzzle piece snapping into place. Ecstasy: without a doubt. An exquisite word painting . . . the kind they have in Harry Potter, because it is moving! I can both hear and see that slowly circling ceiling fan.
Oh yes,Enya!
Your piece is so simple , sweet and refreshing.
Thank you Vi for sharing.
Love Tren
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