Cloud 9

When you’ve done your darnedest trying And it all goes well, Then you’re up on Cloud 9, flying, Sittin’ for a spell. Basking in some satisfaction Is a well-earned pleasure. Hearing praise as a reaction Gives you more to treasure. Too bad every day can’t boast A matching dose of magic. Maybe we’d be so engrossed We’d rise above the tragic. Since that cannot be, I guess I’ll spend today defying Whoever won’t let me express The joy that got me flying.

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Robert Pettit

Date: 12/23/2011 11:22:00 PM

Another fine entry here, Ilene. I keep reading the third line of the third verse, and it doesn't seem quite right. Did you really want to type "Maybe we'd be SO engrossed"? Everything else looks fine.

Ilene Bauer
Date: 12/25/2011 2:30:00 PM

you are correct, robert! how embarrassing! i'm usually so careful about proofreading. thanks for catching it and for commenting. i really appreciate both.

Kim Merryman

Date: 12/16/2011 10:04:00 AM

Enjoyed reading your poem, Ilene. I like your attitude - don't let the negative take away the positive. Kim

Ilene Bauer
Date: 12/16/2011 10:08:00 AM

thanks, kim! i guess we have to "fly" every chance we get (before we're dragged back down to earth).