Ode to Joy

It seems

contrary to my faculty

to craft poetry

that uplifts

a reader,

rather than

pulling her

deeper into

introspection;

but it is likely

that I’m simply

overthinking it.

So, I’ve created a poem

to raise the reader

to heights of joy:

 

smooth coffee

dogs

radiant sunsets

good music

snow days

chocolate

captivating books

love notes

sandy beaches

inside jokes

new shoes

budding flowers

 

What simple things bring you joy?

 

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem VIII

A poem is not a poem
if it doesn’t rhyme.
And a song isn’t music
if it’s out of time.
Language isn’t proper
if the grammar falls,
and a piece isn’t literature
until a publisher calls.

But, the listener laughs,
for he knows
that art is actually
full of shadows —
without rhythm
and without form,
art isn’t order
but, instead, a wild storm.
To burden word
with prescriptive rules
and to press down expression
as if a footstool
is to empty art
of its power,
to pluck to death
a vibrant flower.

Strong Language

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Christmas: On Harmony

May peace reign

and harmony fill the halls;

may our hopes rise

as the glittering snow falls.