This week I’ve been reading a lot of poetry, not for research, not for any self-purpose, but for the process of enabling others to learn, and I have personally started to pay attention and learn.
So many poems (even my own) offer a depth and a darkness, poetic, yet all consuming.
I wondered whether, maybe, writers of poetry want to share a story, but in the process, they become blinded by the light and emotional sense of release that the process offers in creating a structure and choosing words with conscious intention. Unaware of the unconscious process poetry often tends to create, quite a depressing read.
This is just a random thought, and generalised observation.
I wondered if it was possible to write a poem about being happy, and today, I choose to share a draft of a poem that I tried to write. I’m publishing it on here, Life Labs, because I want to, and for now, I can:
A Happy Poem
Deep and dark the poem begins, for how
Is it possible to know the feeling of what
Happiness is without the opposite that is
Woe. A negative conundrum of intensity
Forcing procrastination, not flow.
Ching-Ching to the happy train, pack up
Your mindful bags - let’s go!
Within the darkness, spy the light, a rose,
are you able? Switched on? Ching-Ching
if not, be patient, as with fire, embers flicker,
rarely glow. Sigh deeply, touch your toes,
rock like a baby, you’re never too old.
Begin, re-begin, Ching-Ching
watch your step. Listen to the noises, do you
want silence instead?
Close your ears and grin, flex, eyes left to right.
See a blank canvas, blinding light, or the night.
An abundant list of wants and dreams. Ching-
Ching. Are you smiling? Mark it, list it a priority.
Maybe it feels like chasing stars, quieten the mind,
Light, lift your soul, seek your goal.
When looking for happiness, to see effervescent and
Spritely, laughter, crazy moves. Zumba, rock and roll,
Shake a leg, arms and recall the days, be nostalgic.
Memories are food for the whole. Moments refreshed,
The stains and strife cleansed, life is a journey, and
Happiness is Zen – Ching-Ching.
Critique welcome. Did this poem sound happy to you?
This image inspired the line: 'Within the darkness, spy the light, a rose,'
Thanks to Pixabay.