Bad Poetry

This morning I attempted to write an essay on accepting that happiness only comes in moments. Not days. Weeks or lifetimes.  And perhaps it is greedy to want more than just a moment at a time when so many people in the world don’t even get one moment.  However, I found that I just couldn’t get this essay to sound right. Every paragraph I wrote just limped along, barely expressing what I was really feeling. I realized that only a poem would work.

Please keep in mind that I am not a poet.  It doesn’t come naturally. I don’t understand the rhythm or the process.  But on this day, my weak poetry skills helped relieve the strong emotions that were making my heart beat faster and my hands shake harder.  Because I set aside my intimidation of poetry, I am experiencing another moment of happiness.  And it feels gooood.

Don’t forget to read another good moment I experienced in my essay, The Best Migraine Day Ever on mops.org.

Greedy

by Nikki Deckon

A moment of happiness

A second of joy

A breath of sweetness

But just a moment

Not an hour, not a day and

certainly not a week

Irritating, frustrating and perplexing

Why only a moment?

Pursuit of happiness

Is my right

Yet, it stays elusive

Flighty

And finicky

Then I picture the child

With no home, no food,

No shoes

She plays near a sewer

Growling stomach and swollen lips

She can barely find one single moment

Of happiness

Or laughter

But hope swirls in her heart

She reminds me not to be

Greedy

To rejoice in my moment

And to anticipate the next one

Knowing that all the horrid ones

In between

will only make the joyful one

all the sweeter

all the longer

and all the more worth it

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