Monday, 11 April 2011

day/poem 11

(i am both busy and distracted. i apologise)

-- unsure --

i'm never sure why
i find it so hard to write about happiness
why is it so difficult to document joy
every other line is love-lorn, love lost
or some other such lament,
and the rest, feeble rants or deep complaint
and somehow, happiness escapes

a friend asked once
why this was the case
and i wrote a reply
claiming darkness needed epxression
but that joy was too busy being experienced
to make it onto the page

but now i wonder
at the truth of that
unsure if the real reason lies
in a basic lack of skill
the elusive brevity of happiness
or simply in the joy of being miserable

1 comment:

  1. or perhaps we feel heart pain so deeply it demands to be creatively expressed...