Learning to be More Gentle

On joy.

I woke feeling joyful this morning. It happens more often than it used to. It was my habit to crush it with a delirious fever, smothering it quickly. Falling.

Now, I know if I stand aside and watch it as a child, smiling and embracing it carefully, slowly, it will stay longer.

Who knows why joy comes. Sometimes I think it is as simple as it has stopped raining.

The goal of course, should be to have joy extend its stays into one long space infinite.

But goals have been known to crush expectations.

So I await joy tentatively, smile more and am very gentle with her.

Author's Note

Thoughts on thoughts?

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

This was an amazing flow of thought and image! Then I started thinking what joy was...then the idea of a small spectral doll was how joy manifested next to people at night while they slept...then I re read the poem thinking that and I could help but fall off my chair in fits of laughter!
Thank you for such a mentally refreshing read! Keep up the good ink!

Aaron

[Lydia Shutter]

What a beautiful way to face the day....filled with energy and uplifting thoughts. No, we can not expect too much out of life. We have to be happy with the little things. I enjoyed this piece. Lydi**

[Thoughts]

Thanks so much Lydi for your kind words. I just read one of your poems and it was beautiful. Like crystal. I am going to read more of them this evening to enjoy before bed. Lovely. Good for dreams!

[Lydia Shutter]

What a lovely thing to say. thank you.