a beautiful evening in summer with a campfire and plenty of wood a red and purple sunset a sweet sexy kiss in the moonlight with promises of more to come the smile on a baby’s face the touch of newborn skin a ghost nudge from a lost loved one a book I can’t put down that has a sequel at the end a finished project a field of herbs and flowers the smell of melting snow no more dishes in my sink such small things that make me happy and my smiles linger on...
h- holding hands for the first time a- another day of sunshine after torrents of rain p- playing fingers with you baby p- passing go - collect $200 y- your puppy learns to poop outside...finally!!
True happiness cannot be bought or sold. It sings its song within the heart to tell its tale of joy and gradually unfold a path that leads us true and makes all well.
I breathe it in and feel my heart grow warm. It is like music to the listening ear; it brings a kind remembrance sweet and calm and brightens any landscape that was drear.
I cannot make it happen, nor can I give it to others who might need to smile it comes with cheerful thoughts and by and by remains with those who share their help awhile.
Such happiness is given freely to all those who seek what's bright and clear and true.
Yes, it is a Shakespearean sonnet, by the rhyme scheme. So glad you liked it, and were inspired by the prompt. Maybe happiness isn't as popular as other stuff.
ReplyDeletea beautiful evening
in summer
with a campfire
and plenty of wood
a red and purple sunset
a sweet sexy kiss
in the moonlight
with promises of more
to come
the smile on a baby’s face
the touch of newborn skin
a ghost nudge
from a lost loved one
a book I can’t put down
that has a sequel at the end
a finished project
a field of herbs and flowers
the smell of melting snow
no more dishes in my sink
such small things that
make me happy
and my smiles linger on...
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DeleteLovely thoughts and images. I do agree these things are a source of happiness for sure.
DeleteThank you Tasha!
Deletehow did you remove that comment please???
DeleteI just clicked where it said delete, as I remember...
Deleteh- holding hands for the first time
ReplyDeletea- another day of sunshine after torrents of rain
p- playing fingers with you baby
p- passing go - collect $200
y- your puppy learns to poop outside...finally!!
Sweet, love it.
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ReplyDeleteTrue happiness cannot be bought or sold.
ReplyDeleteIt sings its song within the heart to tell
its tale of joy and gradually unfold
a path that leads us true and makes all well.
I breathe it in and feel my heart grow warm.
It is like music to the listening ear;
it brings a kind remembrance sweet and calm
and brightens any landscape that was drear.
I cannot make it happen, nor can I
give it to others who might need to smile
it comes with cheerful thoughts and by and by
remains with those who share their help awhile.
Such happiness is given freely to
all those who seek what's bright and clear and true.
Finally!!! managed to rite it and post. I guess mine wasn't a very inspiring prompt, sorry, I'll try to do better next time.
ReplyDeleteIt inspired me...I liked it. I love your poem ...i believe it’s a sonnet..good job...i love “i breathe it in ...”
ReplyDeleteYes, it is a Shakespearean sonnet, by the rhyme scheme. So glad you liked it, and were inspired by the prompt. Maybe happiness isn't as popular as other stuff.
ReplyDeleteits time for a new prompt guys
ReplyDeleteTell your sister!!!
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