The muddy waters of happiness
The murky, pulling tide of utter bliss
How it longs to devour one in it's pursuit
Making us forsake all other distractions in favor of it!
Consumed by the steps we take to ensure
That we will not lack in her particular favor
Should sweet happiness always be ours alone!
To hoard, and cherish, and share not
For in our hearts, we will give up nothing easily
So hard won by our own endevors!
We will not sacrifice one minute of it on your account
In justifying, of what would one moment, in truth amount?
Smug are we who achieve, until revealed
To late, the bitterest of truths
We will never succeed fully
It is not in us to succeed! To suceed would be to forsake
the game we've grown so fond of
It would be an irony, for we would dearly miss
Our pursuit of ordinary, everyday bliss
Author notes
It went well (as well as anything I ever write does at least), and then, it sort of fell apart at the end - which is why this poem is but 'half born.' In short, need of work. But, I kept it here so I wouldn't lose that inital train of thought, which is always best raw and never well recreated. I would be interested however, to hear some thoughts of anyone who happens upon this as to what they take it to mean 
What do you think?
Comments
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It's good. It makes me think, the fact that it doesn't rhyme (as I was expecting it to)opens up a whole new ballpark of perception. Happiness is a disease that we're all eager to catch, love is the same way too. But happiness needs sadness so we can appreciate it.
I love this (as always, you're amazing girl!)
Rachelle
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you have been happy as a young mom with young mom fever. I love it. I think it is beautiful. If I am wrong .. tell me
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