I watch the ribbons
of flame fade into the night,
the fire burns low,
and crickets chirp
dew begins to rise,
the stars are out,
thicker than usual,
and I feel small,
like I'm invisible
in a good way,
I can taste
sweet burning wood
when I breathe deep,
and tomorrow seems
I feel like the flame
as it changes from
fire to night.
and dream about
Note: "wooperwhils" are birds that sing at night. Their song sounds like "whoop - er- wheel" and never ends. Ever.
Dance in the Rain
Happiness sings in the dark
and chases its dreams,
gallops into thoughts
and rhymes with cool breezes.
Dream umbrella of misted clouds,
a dance in the rain
time doesn’t apply
as your smile crinkles with joy,
the dew touching the grass.
Indigo skies and impassioned heart
a spinning top weaving webs of intrigue.
Painting the world with myriad colors,
simplicity without complications.
Snuggling with loved one
in front of roaring fire,
melting within his breath
tucked into his arms.
the perfect story
unlocking my heart
through my soul
I don’t want to let go
I’ll just repeat his name
when I need happiness again.
happiness is a state of mind
Oftentimes life gets in the way and we forget what happiness is. We push away the good and embrace the bad. Because sometimes the happy becomes hurt.
Happiness to me is sitting on my eldest brothers lap. His smile has faded from memory now. But I fight to remember the stuff Disney toys he present with pride. That Raggedy Ann Doll he had hand made. That I cradled for years after his untimely death.
Happiness is nighttime at the farm with my grandparent on the front porch and the zap of the bug zapper and how my Grandmother laughed at how guilty I felt for the death of the mosquito. It's walks in the field and playing in the barns. Splashing in the creek.
It's Sundays with the Lady of the Marshe and roasting pigs on a spit and playing tag with children, rolls of hay as our base.
It's the swimming hole at dawn and the waking to the sound of Rock Creek rolling in my ears.
It's my Mama's whistle. So distinct I could find her. Even blinded by the spotlight. And the sound of a Busch Light cracking and my father's arms embracing me.
It's the birth of a sibling and knowing why you've been kept alive. It's meeting your soul. Strung out and in despair and then meeting her again in another life.
It's the laughter of my siblings. The smiles. It's the pride of a mother and tiaras and sequins and stages of life.
Happiness is love and fury and fire. Happiness is passion. It's creek beds and rolling fields. Horses in the pasture and cattle roaming through the pines. It's my grandmother's love and the moments I was enough. It's succeeding when you've been told to quit.
Happiness is going to bed each night next to the woman that I love and dreaming about what could have been and waking up to bliss.
Happiness is a state of mind.
Life says, “Be Happy”
As I sit by the patio wondering the obvious,
Life seems so tiring and treacherous.
A sudden light drizzle mellows the heat,
I just close my eyes and stay hooked to my seat.
The rain washes away the gloom,
And like a flower my heart blooms,
A smile tip toes quietly,
"Be Happy" the world says politely!
As I struggle with education,
And TV times to be rationed,
A little head rests on my shoulder,
And two hands hold me closer.
Melting eyes fall asleep
As he snuggles down to sleep,
And my heart skips a beat,
As I smile at this happy treat.
Tears sometimes flow on the pillow,
And the relation seems so hollow,
His warm hug holds me back,
Not letting my heart crack.
Through tears I look into his eyes,
Assuring me another day, we will survive,
And after that moment of pain,
Love makes me Happy again.
Now I know there is success,
And some material moments too.
But that is momentary Joy and elation,
True happiness is not its association.
As a writer I realise when I look around,
God has given me the magic to appreciate nature's sounds,
And to pen them in my words through feelings profound.
Here again the face curves,
As I read through some verse,
My heart feels chirpy like a spring bird,
Life asks us to be happy, we just haven't heard!
A Good Kiss
A good kiss is a lot like
a bad car crash.
Springtime and gasoline
music in breaking glass.
And in the instant of collision
everything is free-floating,
Pine needles, dried leaves and
an ancient peanut
float by you
as they enjoy
Boys will lose one
dirty athletic sock on
dirtier blacktop and never
think about how hard it is
to pull those cars apart,
tangled together as they are.
It can’t be done
metal and the help of
If you are lucky
both of you will walk away,
shaking but alive.
If you are blessed
the pain of the event
will be dwarfed by the contrast
of colors and shadow
and the taste of ripe strawberries.
Happy And Carefree
In the distance I hear the echoes of Children's laughter.
Brings me back to a happy ever after. Jump roping with the girls on the block,
Being chased by boys throwing rocks. Hide and seek will they ever find me?
I was the best at that game,
Rarely ever to be seen.
Oh yes! Time for a cool break.
I hear the melody from the ice cream Truck.
He leaves if your to late.
I love the gum ball eyed ice creams and The famous pop rocks!
Now back to more outside play,
Not much screen time those days.
Double Dutch was not my thing,
To many ropes whipping at me.
Hop scotch was the key,
A way to win lots of yummy candy.
Baseball in the park;
Flashlight tag in the dark.
Drive in theaters were the best!
Do those even still exist?
I can never forget the feeling;
Giggling while writing a love poem to my First crush.
Not realizing this was the beginning of The love rush.
I find in my childhood.
Though going back I never could.
Now it's my children's turn to be happy And carefree;
Luckily they choose to share it through Their innocent eyes with me. S.M.~2016
A Happy Rebellion
I will not fib
it bubbles up
from every pore
to burst forth
almost a hiccup
in its nervous
to be revealed
in the soul
thank you, Robin
and Oh, Captain
my spirit first
in that self-same
moment, could it
and dare it
be that grand?
a foot above
we are to blame
in what we
for our lightness
and come up
of harm dealt
joy is almost
my weary gut
at the most
We pile into the back of a worn out Chevy through the right side (the left door is broken). The lovers in the front seat are screaming along to a song that the rest of us don't know. I'm plastered against two almost strangers, the back road wind buffeting my cold face. I'm laughing at nothing, my stomach empty of dread.
We're walking into a park, an old friend and I. The air is hot but not oppressive. She's telling me about a movie she saw the night before, her giggling contagious. The playground is crowded, but we find two isolated swings. I kick off my shoes and soar through the air. I feel light. Limitless.
We're working on a project in German, neither of us having a clue what to do. We muscle through the problems, guessing all the way. Whispered puns and jokes bother our neighbors, but we don't care. He hits me playfully with his hoodie string. He tells me to fix my necklace, the clasp is showing. I glance at him, 5 years of history between us. But we're close. Closer than ever. I'm smiling for the first time in a long time.
Happiness is most real in the smallest of moments.