Happiness is a sparkling strand of spider’s silk
diamonds of dewdrops
in the rising sun
Happiness is finding in the rose’s thorny mass
a pair of praying hands
open to receive the winter sun
Happiness is waking beside a new beloved
surprised your body delivered the verdict
your heart hoped for
A new sun smiles
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26 comments:
Thank you, Chris.
I haven't stopped crying for the better part of a week. But today's gives me hope.
Two words or is a compound word...sunlamp! There is one benefit albeit a hidden one to living a hopeless life..Seasonal Affective Disorder just doesn't matter.
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nice chris...love that last stanza...the body delivering the verdict the heart hoped for...excellent...smiles.
Wonderful juxtapositions here, Chris, between the warmth of that fickle winter sun, the fragility of a spider's web and the toughness of rose thorns. Thanks and Happy New year to you. Soon enough I'll stop offering new years wishes. It's the fifth of January after all, but still early enough in the year for me to warrant the words.
Lovely thoughts on happiness specially the second one ~
Happy day ~
Chris...
You write so beautifully.
Whenever you play on Friday I am so proud because of what a Classy Lady you are. It adds your flair and your style, and it helps validate doing what I do.
Love your story.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for playing today, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Lovely. There's definitely more than one way to have sunshine in a life. :)
Happiness is where we find it and the sun is always there, even when we can't see it.
Ooh fun! and exciting. I find the winter light to be exasperating;
yesterday was full of light early on- today- not so much! thanks.
That last stanza is absolutely gorgeous!
Ah, another sun worshipper ...as in appreciating the warmth, not striving for a tan.
Sounds like your new year is off to a happy start. :)
I like it best at watered down nonfat milk strength. Then it doesn't burn so much.
That thorn bush is just waiting for me...I know it...
Beautiful! Nice when the body and the heart come together. And I love the line about the praying hands. I used to have a plant called a praying hands. It closed up at night. Have you seen those? Anyway, I enjoy everything you write and thanks for your comments on my blog. You are always very insightful.
May that sun show itself many times this winter!
Chris, I just love the picture that you brought to my mind in that second stanza. Love thinking of the praying hands open to receive the sun!
I love the flow of this, especially the happiness of finding one's body delivers the verdi ct one hoped for.
What a great romantic poem. Love the way you finish the poem.
I came via G-Man's Flash Friday...
I'm a sucker for romantic verses! :)
That's a lovely poem, particularly the last stanza.
sweet and wonderful
Yes! Sunshine on my shoulder always makes me happy too.
A new sun always seems to smile, doesn't it? After a terrible storm, the first sun's rays seem clean and fresh somehow. Love your blog, Roland
....and you are a bit of wonderful sunshine in the blogosphere Chris!
:-)
this is beautiful, Chris! and i agree with the others, the last stanza is gorgeous! ♥
I like the line about the body delivering the verdict the heart hoped for. Nice.
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