DocAndersen
The smoke
rises from the burning candles
the frosting burning as well
the wax melting and
the smell overwhelming. Making
us look away. Look to the sound
of bells ringing
and off-key singing.
Look to the sound of burning
candles
that rising into the air
conflict with the cacophony
creating the sound
of a solitary bassoon
playing taps.
May happiness stay up all day to accompany our day and night
It is sometimes harder to chase happiness than it is to stand back and watch it drift away.
Hmm … now I’m curious about your reasons
The pursuit of happiness can leave one hollow, sometimes happiness is best forgotten and allowed to drift away. Sometimes it is not. As we age, we learn the value of both actions!
I understand your point of view now…
Please don’t copy and paste the exact same comment on multiple posts.
Thanks! I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
You are very creative, I enjoy this birthday and candle poetry.
That is old poetry. From a dark period in my life. I used to sell poems to a number of magazines back in the day, the bad ones I used to file away and not share. I am sharing the bad ones now.
I wouldn’t call it bad poetry, they are feelings I am sure. We all have them.
Yeah, I just hadn’t shared some of those for many years. I guess I was afraid of my own feelings. I am sharing them now because I have moved on to a better place.
Good for you Doc. I knew that already. 🙂