Happy Poem

I poem I wrote for happy poems about how I cannot write a happy poem

Oh Poem, you.

I admire your vigilance and strength 

To escape from my clutches

And my fiery pen.

Oh Happy Poem, 

The myth I have read about

But not once have I seen it

In my own hands.

Love poems, Dark poems, Dead poems,

All desperate romantics to be made.

But Happy Poem, you,

Satisfied within your own joy

And leaving none for my poor soul?

Happy Poem, be kind,

And let yourself be born 

Through my pen,

And see that, I too,

Am worthy of your bounty.

Author's Note

A combination of writer's block and frustration and realization. I cannot really write I happy poem so I wrote about how I can't.

Reviews

[Michael X]

this is a bliss defined through expression, the pin point detailing is vibrant
and flows with a sense of colorful poetic justification, excellent, loved it