Linda from Arizona 'gets' me. I don't know how or why that is the case, but I always feel she understands, plus she remembers details that sometimes I forget about myself. Her support and presence is a gift I very much appreciate. So when she told me it was time to write a happy poem, that's what I've done.
I'm looking for a title for this poem. In fact, I will award my choice of the best title with a little surprise something. My visitors here are a creative bunch, so please have a go at if if you don't mind!
Untitled for the Time Being
If I were to write a happy poem
Who I wonder would wish to comb
Through my words and find themselves
Dancing with me like little elves?
Is determination all I need
To fill nourish and sometimes feed
The ghosts that prey upon my feet
Scaring me with tales complete
Of mean and nasty lima beans,
Friends who don’t do what they mean?
Those who play at giving thanks
Without a thought to broken banks?
I have good accounts with full deposits
No miserable skeletons in my own closets.
So why the need to understand
When someone chooses not to land
In territory real and true
Why not turn the other shoe
And kick your heels toward better times
Where loving folks wait in the vines?
Where there is play and micron pens
No blemishes there from start to end.
You have enough, god knows you do
So now just look at what is true.
Bless the rest,
Pass the test.
A sad wrong song.
It had the words but lacked the tune
It’s time to wander elsewhere soon
Move on to where life is rich
And there’s no room for witch or bitch!
Okay, Linda, I wrote the words
That sing and have no silly turds.
I hope I’ve carved this poem just right
So life becomes a sweet delight.