So this is Tuesday and so yesterday’s Poetry Prompt came up on We Drink Because We’re Poets, and the prompt is Happiness…but then you could have found that out reading my title! 😉
What does Sahm say to get us writing along?
Prompt: You can choose any poetry form that you desire! Focus on the things that add to your happiness, no matter how small or how large they are! If it makes you happy, write a poem about it! What I would challenge you to do is to elaborate on the what and the why. Of course, if there is no explanation as to why, that is absolutely fine!
Happiness
just to walk
talk
comtemplate…
creates a feeling
of contentment
when you are here
by my side!
our ideas harmonize
and everything seems
possible
when you are near.
moments of saddness
pass quickly
as we laugh and banter
about this sillyness
that is life…
our walks in early mornings
as we talk of art
and poetry
of history and philosophy
and how to find
your place
in this our society…
and when you’re down
I’m oh so happy
to make you laugh
so you can stand back
from all your would be troubles
even if for that
moment.
my happy prince,
with your sword and knife
your questions
and your answers…
I’m happy
that you are in my life.
Dedicated to my son.
Your son is a lucky man.
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What a lovely tribute to your son! You have inspired me to write something for my son. He always writes me the nicest letters. I text or call. Shame on me…
My son is the one person who I used to talk about life – philosophy, poetry, religion, art, etc. He’s married now and far away. My husband likes to talk about Jazz.
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Know what you mean when you write about those talks about life…not that I don’t have these conversations with other people, but there’s something special about being part of a young person’s life. I’ll be waiting to see your poem dedicated to you son…
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And doesen’t even fully realize how much he is, I’d reckon.
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Oh…I don’t know about that…he seems to realize it more than i would have thought 🙂
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How lucky he is, I mean… always too lost behind the harshnessest things of life.
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Confucius says: better to search for “figs” than thistles…
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It would clearly seem the right idea but, no matter what, I keep focusing on the thistles’s thorns. Habit, I imagine.
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Young people tend to dwell on the “harshnessest” aspects of life…there’s probably a good reason for this…
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