when i am happy

When I am happy I grow barbaric and fey.
A similitude of mixed emotions flow
into the existence of happy tears and joy spans
my inside universe.
I am singing, I am swinging,
and my cat with one paw swings with me.
I gnash my food and let my drink spill,
or crash! against the bright yellow, the red,
that is my dress, and the dress twirls,
whirls, dances into the present.
When I am happy I game tag my friends.
I throw parties in a nod to the bold eagle
or because it is Tuesday or to the aroma
of a high spiced spaghetti that reddens the stove.
I am tall or wide or wonderful.
Fine glasses swoosh their small puddles.
The world expands and I step in
with the eyes of a psychic,
foreseeing a future of rainbow trout
aiming their bright auras to the center of my house.

Reviews

[misha]

this is a great poem. I love reading poems which set a wonderful mood.

[Greg the Bard]

I love having a party that has no reason other than having a party. I will turn 62 this year and will have a party because I will get something back from our government by way of social security. Being happy is the one goal that I have ran toward from day one in my life. I really cannot tell you what it is like to be happy but I know it must be fun like this pome of yours is. Great job.

[arbitrary jane]

it is a rare and precious gift to understand ones own happiness. and to be passionate about it. celebrate to the uttermost every single thing that brings joy, however mingled it may be with other emotions. the barbarism of brilliant bursting gladness is a force little seen in the universe. revel, i say. ... REVEL!

[W.k.kortas]

It's an interesting joy, "mixed emotions" indeed--the joy of small and unexceptional things (the spaghetti, the decidedly un-weekendish Tuesday), but there is brightness in spite of it all, and what a lesson is that...and who better to teach us?

[Ed Hart]

this is the stuff...i love it when you explode...swoosh