Happy Poem II

by Saerelune   Mar 10, 2020


One day I will be my own happy poem.

I will wake up with a soul
like an oasis, pour tea in the morning
as if dreams could flourish from my cup.

I will drink without apologies,
spill the ink on a perfect English breakfast
as if the newspaper was written by me.

I will exhale breezy words
that nurture my parent's backyard,
grow ivy around my spine

holding myself up.

I will keep writing all of this
until this happy poem
becomes my morning routine.

I will keep writing all of this
until this happy poem becomes me.

10/3/2020
2:27 AM

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  • 3 months ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Hello Saerelune,
    When the poem and author become the 'one' in all that is bliss. Congratulations, a deserving win.
    Regards, Tony.

  • 4 months ago

    by Brenda

    If you build it, they will come. If you write it, it will blossom into your dreams and wishes. Happy writing to you!

  • 4 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    From the metaphor of someone being your happy poem in your "first" happy poem, to this, that inspiration realized and understood... it's truly heart-warming. I love the whole idea and concept of striving and yearning to be your own happy poem. The way we need to support ourselves, lift ourselves up and in spite of despair, still dream.

    The images and hope and enlivening tones of dreams flourishing from your cup and growing ivy to hold yourself up, it's so empowering and truly makes me want to keep going at an even more resilient pace, just to say I did, even if I haven't conquered everything yet.

    LOVE this a million times over.

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