This weekend I watched my niece get married. I'm a bit shocked that time has passed so quickly and that we've all aged (some more gracefully than others). There were lots of smiles this weekend, a great deal of happiness, and a whole lot of joy.
What makes you happy or joyful? Let's write about that this week. I hope you will join me. Please share a link to your poem or the poem itself in the comments.
What a good topic, Tricia!
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I stop the car to take photos
of clouds, trying to catch hold
of the way they billow over blue
like white aprons on blue dresses.
My niece has learned to run,
staggering fast on little bow legs
straight across the cool green
prickle of summer grass.
My mother whistles
under her breath as she bakes
banana bread. Her music
haunts the kitchen like the ghosts
of recipes past while she drops
a yellow stick of butter
into the portentous batter.
—Kate Coombs, 2014
all rights reserved
Joy Contained
ReplyDeleteMy standing changed,
My spine rearranged,
I am half an inch taller.
(Instead of being smaller.)
All pain has disappeared,
Not what I'd feared.
I've walked a full mile.
Did you see me smile?
Joy contained.
(And it hasn't even rained.)
--Jane Yolen a true story
Jane, I'm so glad it turned out well!
DeleteFIDO MEDICINE
ReplyDeleteAnother day of word daggers hitting their mark:
Stupid, gross, nerd, freak, worthless;
Another day of being shunned at lunchtime
Munching by myself, searching;
Another day of feeling that life isn’t on my side
‘til I open the door … and then
Another day of Fido leaping onto me
Barking, twirling, licking;
Another day of love being the best medicine
In our universe.
(c) Charles Waters 2014 all reserved
Joy
ReplyDeleteSome get their joy from flowers.
Some get their joy from wishes.
Some get their joy from children.
How my Joy cleans the dishes.