It doesn't come with pageantry and pomp. Happiness comes with the soft whirl of the ceiling fan, while I sit and watch the snow fall through the venetian blinds.
It's the end of debauched momentary celebrations of scoring enough change to get a pint of vodka, to avoid withdrawals. Dead friends on a street to nowhere.
Happiness comes softly in the jingle, jangle bells on the cat toy, as the kittens play. All around me, living things. African violets and aloe vera plants.
I live for the Zen on the banks of the pond amidst the cattails and willows. Bluegill and small bass swim the shallows.
It's the end of chasing the chaos of attaining things that rot and rust. Happiness comes quietly with a clear conscience and some good coffee, as I sit on furniture that I own and pray for my fellow man.
It comes in the bliss of a hot bath. The spirit is cleansed in love and gratitude.
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Those little blessings are what make life worth waking up for! The money spent on living on a pedestal far from the 'ornery' usually ends in being broke and become a foolish 'ornery
Your poem reaches out to reviewers' senses, mentioning those small things such as, ' .. the jingle, jangle bells on the cat toy, as the kittens play.' Presumably in minor key but such relevant music!? Is right to not merely look but see..
Certainly happiness does not come out of a bottle of Vodka, I have watched as a relative has that very bottle destroy him
However, the little playful kittens are another thing all together. (after they are toilet trained!)
Posted 10 Months Ago
10 Months Ago
Lol, that is for sure, I love sobriety now. The drink has killed many friends. Thanks for the comm.. read moreLol, that is for sure, I love sobriety now. The drink has killed many friends. Thanks for the comment.
Heavy life lessons here. The speaker is one who has apparently emerged in one piece from a period of serious addiction, during which he saw friends succumb to the same things he was doing. He doesn't say how he healed, only how he is now enjoying healing's benefits. Now he takes pleasure in the play of kittens, knows happiness comes with a clear conscience and a valuing of the simple things. It is a lesson that, unfortunately, many didn't learn.
as elusive as it may well be for many and for so long .. you just nailed it Thomas and left it hanging here for all of us to sample, taste and see .. Neville
Well-written, Thomas. At the same time powerful and gentle to the ear.
I'd change only one word ... "Happiness comes quietly with a 'calmed' conscience and some good coffee."
(You nailed it with coffee ~ dark roast, black :)
Those little blessings are what make life worth waking up for! The money spent on living on a pedestal far from the 'ornery' usually ends in being broke and become a foolish 'ornery
Your poem reaches out to reviewers' senses, mentioning those small things such as, ' .. the jingle, jangle bells on the cat toy, as the kittens play.' Presumably in minor key but such relevant music!? Is right to not merely look but see..
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..