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I long for the soft swaying of the boat,
the calls of howlers nearby, signaling the
oncoming of another heat-ridden shower,
a sweet taste of red wine on my lips
while I watch as he stands on the bow,
the wind brushing hair from his eyes
as the rain begins to trickle down,
a nearby camel rushes for cover
beneath its sturdy shelter, and I wonder
if this is what peace feels like
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2014/11/brittany-zedalis-three-poems.html
I took a trip with my husband to Puerto Lindo, Panama, this past summer. It was my first time leaving the country (and I'll forever avoid planes in the future). We spent a week and a half or so on a boat with my father-in-law and grandparents-in-law, relaxing, snorkeling, hiking up a mountain, visiting wild monkeys, and so much more. Truly an amazing experience that I'll always cherish and miss.
champagne gleams in starlight
encapsulating souls of the ocean
weave through the coral maze
shades of the setting sun
shoot across the sky
golden eyes engulf a mind so alive
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2014/07/brittany-zedalis-two-poems.html

Another poem about my trip to Puerto Lindo, Panama, last summer. My grandmother-in-law loves my poetry, so she requested that I write something about the trip and read it to everyone on our final day there, and this is what I came up with.
ink from my pen
flows through my veins
just beneath the skin

snaking its way
towards the source
of its maddening chaos

it stains the bones
of my rib cage
seeping into the marrow

it searches
ever yearning

b.z.
many blossoms adorn
the neighborhoods in our town
lovely is their sight
I'm a reformed man
my habit has been cast out
a good woman
showed me how to bring it about

with her understanding ways
she helped me give up the grog
and life is so much better
now that I'm no longer in a grog fog

on the path back to sobriety
her hand guided me
with its never ending
patience and solidity

she is a redemptive angel
in my eyes
she gave me reason
to see a clean sunrise

the grog couldn't stay
in my addled life
cause it had imparted
much too much strife

for the rest of my days
I'll be a reborn man
for a wonderful woman
took hold of my hand

her love and care
showed me how to kick the grog
and she has lead me
out of it's fog
her budding *******
begged his lips attention
he kissed each one
she felt a pleasant tingling
go through her excited body
to-day I sat in a slim line chair
in which I was made aware
of the size of my posterior's pear

it drooped over the sides of the seat
and it didn't look orderly or neat

a not so subtle message
my buns have relayed to me
they've said that they are
a little too hefty

I'm making a belated
New Years resolution
which is to seek an answer
to my tails expansive evolution

being unable to place
my posterior in a chair
is truly a most
wretched affair
A fun write...
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