New Poem
Renewable Energy
It starts in the back
and carries all over the body.
Happiness, like a light sweet crude
streams through the veins,
self-lubricates your smile
as your son taps a melody
to the song your daughter sings
against the last dregs of daylight.
Can it be that simple? Happiness,
that composted emotion
has turned your one-time
trash heap of a life
into a grand patch of green.
Or is it that you’ve become
what surrounds you:
a beauty so arbitrary
it’s renewed with each use.
Comments
"...as your son taps a melody / to the song your daughter sings / against the last dregs of daylight." Spectacular!
it’s renewed with each use - this is so lovely!
january, i love how its short and sweet, but also very thought-provoking in its quiet way.
inspiring.
melodic.
& true.
that's a powerful question.
"light sweet crude"
~ it's good to be reading you again :-)