Searching for
Contentment
While writing about
Depression
Violence
Anger
Like an unwanted
Viral infection
Makes no sense
When I’d rather be
Reading a good book
Like ‘Mozart’s Wife’
by Juliet Waldron
A fascinating look
Into someone
Else’s life
A love story
With a bitter
Twist of lemon
Excellent music
Joy sneaks up on you
shushing down hills
On powdered snow
At forty below
Wind whipping
Your back
Leaving you behind
Caressing frostbite pain
Smoke
Chases laughter
Around a Sierra campfire
Full of jokes
With snow on the ground
Driving away
Cancer
Heart disease
Diabetes
Holding the end
At bay
Keeping it
At arm’s length
Say ‘happiness’ softly
Taste it
Smell it
Touch it
Say,
‘I love you.’
Smile
Kiss
Hold hands
Pure magic
It’s true
Misery
Anger
Depression.
Trails behind
Like sticky gum
On the bottom
Of a shoe
Run with the wind
Don’t let it catch you
Chasing delight
Through streets
On mountain bikes
With twenty or more speeds
For pleasure
In a cherry flavored
Snow cone
A banana split
Like friendly ghosts
A shadow
Taunts us with
Tickling giggles
Diminishing pain
Climb a mountain
To the summit
Where bliss is
Dark chocolate
A root beer float
Illusive as the other side of the moon
A good comedy romance
Brushes the soul
Healing heartbreak
Did you hear the baby
Laughing at butterflies
Reaching for beauty?
Be always safe,
Karen
Sadly, it ain't easy - but I like the way your well-structured poem
goes about it. For a long time, I tried to live by the "philosophy"
of one if my favorite flicks, A Thousand Clowns: never miss the funny part. It works more often than not. Anyway, Lloyd, I love the poem,
especially the closing three lines. -gene.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.