Springtime

 

Happiness

Is hanging my feet

Out of the sunroof

Of my 1992 Ford

Escort (with the sporty

Spoiler on its black frame

That I bragged so

Dutifully about when

I drove it home from

The dealership)

With my best friend,

Letting the staccato

Notes of springtime

Float over our bodies

And into our thoughts,

Settling peacefully

Between our hopes

And our friendship.

 

Delight

Is feeling the warmth

Of the sun beating

Down upon my face

As we sing along to

The familiar words,

Sounding vaguely

Similar to the wailing

Of stray alley cats, but

Not caring at all

That the other students,

Returning in a haze

To their tests and their

Classes, can hear every

Off-key word that

We yell into the

Air, allowing the

Beat to flow into

Our minds

And our hearts

As we become

Rejuvenated

Because we know

That the springtime –

The season of growth,

Of love, of joy –

Is upon us once more.

Reviews

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Your poem paints a happy and delightful picture as stated! I like the way this flows and brings a smile to my face as I'm reading it...
"With my best friend, Letting the staccato Notes of springtime Float over our bodies And into our thoughts, Settling peacefully Between our hopes And our friendship."
...What a pretty picture you describe. I can feel the emotions through your words. Good luck in the "Forever Friend" contest!

[Erin Sky]

There's this quote from Bono about how joy is the one emotion that can't be contrived in art: it has to be real and felt at the moment. I think you've captured it here! Kudos!

[Sr.phil]

good things,

[Andromeda]

awwwwwwh

Yay....

I'm happy.