She brewed it slow,
the thistle steeped—
a greyish brown
in porcelain grace.
Each sip, a sting—
a bitter bloom,
but she smiled,
claiming peace.
At first, a wince,
then less, then none—
until the taste
was home enough.
No sugar added,
no honey balm,
just thorn and grass
and quiet aches.
“How did she bear?”
they often ask.
“It’s the way I like it,”
she often says.
But bitterness
never just begins—
it’s learned,
one sip a day.
Until bitterness
becomes a friend,
and even the sting—
a kind of warmth.
Categories:
greyish brown, anger, emotions, feelings, poems,
Form: Free verse
HAPPINESS
Happiness is like an exultant state of mind
A temporary escape from the daily grind
Sadness is blown away by a timely breeze
And it’s certainly about time, if you please
It is such a feeling of joy beyond measure
One revels in that most welcome pleasure
But one wonders if there’s a price to pay
Maybe sadness will return to have its day
It’s a balance then, between up and down
White or black, and not that greyish brown
With a dull life lived in that in-between state
Waking each morning and it’s not that great
So, be one to seek and experience extremes
If you don’t get it yet, rely on your dreams
Categories:
greyish brown, happiness,
Form: List