A bright sunshine dawns
Joy prances in morning light
Laughter seals the air
A cheerful, cheery moment
A memory to engrave.
A startling grey cloud
Tears drip like showers of rain
Heart pinches with pain
The world feels bleak and hollow
Sorrow whispers in the soul.
Yet after the storm
A rainbow arches above
Hope begins to shine
The heart starts to patch up slow
Life resumes its normal train.
After a plain ride
The road starts upward-sloping
But descends again
To wit the high and low tide
The twists and turns of man`s life.
The shine of summer
Fans its fragrance in the air
Wiinter`s wild winds waft,
The two sides of the same coin
The light and darkness that dance,
Day fades into night
Moonless sky succeeds sunshine
Cold is gauged with warmth
A beeline journey of life
Would be dull, dry and dreary.
The seasons all change
Joy and sorrow interweave
A tapestry made
From moments bright and shady
Each thread adds to beauty`s depth.
Let`s greet all the feels
The sweet and the bitter taste
For both make us whole
A balanced life we`re given
let`s cherish all precious breath.
The self..
Some capitalize to
Self..but it is all
The same self..
Yet it is not the
Self we thought..
The self appears
As story character
Empty and unknown
Beautifully engaged
In a script
of joy and sorrow...
Is it possible for joy and sorrow to share the same space…
together…in the here and now…
My answer use to be maybe…but, for the life of me, I couldn’t see how
I thought of Joy and sorrow as polar opposites…each one in their own way distinct…but now I know there are times in our life when the two are inextricably linked.
A mother’s joy at the birth of her baby…joy felt from the very start…followed by the sorrow of knowing her baby won’t survive without a different heart.
The joy of another mother with a healthy baby…their memories already being collected…followed by the sorrow that accompanies her baby’s death…a death quite unexpected.
Sorrow at the death of her baby…wondering if fate she will ever forgive…followed by the joy of donating her baby’s heart…so another baby may live.
Sorrow at the helplessness of a mother watching her baby slowly depart…followed by the joy of receiving the precious gift of another baby’s heart.
Is it possible for joy and sorrow to share the same space?
My answer is no longer maybe…
as I watched one mother listen to her baby’s heart…
inside another mother’s baby.
I've experienced much joy and sorrow,
I've been through the valley and mountaintop.
But you, my love, brightened my tomorrow,
I've seen good and bad; I wanted life to stop.
My life was like yin and yang, confusion,
The one thing in my life that wasn't was you.
I thought love was just a mere illusion,
What you've given me is honest and true.
Chaos surrounded me; now, in pure bliss,
I have seen much darkness and little light.
But sweetheart, I hunger for your sweet kiss,
In your loving arms, I welcome the night.
I never tire of your loving embrace,
I’ll spend forever gazing at your face.
Alexis Y.
08/0/2021
Our lives will have their share of joy and happiness
with a sprinkling of sorrow and pain
They will see their share of sunshine.
They will see their share of rain.
At times we will find ourselves in the midst of a joy…
like we’ve never felt before…
when all of a sudden sorrow
comes knocking on our door.
At times we will find ourselves consumed with sorrow…
wondering if it will ever end
and suddenly find joy waiting for us
just around the bend.
Knowing life can change in an instant…
No matter what we plan…
We try to remember to enjoy the joy
every moment that we can.
And when sorrow is a visitor
We try never to lose sight…
how her shadows will eventually fade
In the joyfulness of light.
Knowing life is unpredictable
always changing
and has no guarantees
we close our eyes
we fold our hands
and we get down on our knees.
We pray that fate or destiny
or the universe will be kind…
that when sorrow enters our life…
joy is never far behind.
The boat of joy
and that of sorrow
over
the tempestuous seas of tears
endlessly navigate!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 June 2020
*Either we jump for joy or sorrowful we are- we cry!
Autumn steals across my land
long shadows now are seen.
I never seemed to notice
dying leaves among the green.
Until one day a cold wind blows
and nodding heads lay down.
The landscape has a different look
my garden’s turning brown
Geraniums still stand up straight,
the dahlias did their best,
with heavy heads weighed down by rain,
they want to have their rest.
And so I trim, and clip, and rake
and put the beds to bed.
It breaks my heart to let them go,
to treat them as if dead.
I thank each flower, shrub and tree
for blooming in the sun.
I thank the birds and worms and bees
for all the work they’ve done.
Just as summer follows spring,
the winter snows must come,
and soon enough the land will green
when Circadian’s cycle’s run.
So many years before have since flown by...
back then so young...but seniors now are we;
and here are friends I view with tearful eye,
yet thankful some are still left here with me.
My high school yearbook is online to share;
I scan each page, remember each dear face.
But, there are those who climbed that special stair...
at peace with God...perhaps a better place.
I read the names these photos yet define,
of friends whom I'm so happy are still here,
along with those who had to cross that line...
I'm caught between a smile and falling tear.
My love, I send to every precious friend...
here in this yearbook...joy and sorrow blend.
March 2, 2019
Premiere Contest: Second Chances N-A Poems
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Sponsor: Chantelle Cooke
Previous Contest: Dance Of Death, Judged: 03/03/2019
Once,
joy complained to sorrow
for
the misfortunes that brings
in Man's way
“If
I was not around my friend” the sorrow replied,
“no one would have ever noticed
your existence”
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
23 November 2016
Joy and Sorrow
Are the two companions
Acompny each other in life
For after sorrow comes joy.
Sorrow makes us near to God
And we feel that we are sacred
It is the test of life
That we can trust and love others
That we are but a single soul
Sorrow is indeed a joy
Which unites us all.
Where there is sorrow
There must be joy
And it makes us smile and feel
the zeal of life
Joy is actually the celebration
To victory over the hard times.
Joy and Sorrow
are two sisters live in unison
And we always have one of them
For they are the companion of life.
A similar question would be
“Who is Jesus for you?”
It’s a question none of us can afford to ignore
Because our answer will affect our levels of
Peace and Joy
Even influenced the outcome of what we do
Many years ago
A retreat master said
“Never forget that Jesus is interested in you”
I never forgot his words
Jesus is interested in us
That means He is with us fully in every moment of our lives
He is with us in our joys and in our sorrows
We can count on His guidance in our moment of confusion
When we fail
We can count on His forgiveness
He will bring us to the fullness of life
Where our relationship with Him will never end
JOY AND SORROW*
Joy and sorrow,
Over
The tempestuous seas of
Tears,
Endlessly navigate!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 DECEMBER 2013
*When we jump for joy, we cry!
When we sorrowful are, we cry!
JOY and SORROW
Sorrow
Laughs with Joy’s
Failures,
Joy
Cries with Failure’s
Successes!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
27 January 2013
Held in hands, gently
like a butterfly
A dream of reality
A hope for the future
A glint of joy
of happiness
But as hands are opened
and thee fae fly away
The dream dissolve
the future becomes
the past
The happiness dies away
Do not feel sorrow
do not weep,
be strong.
This happiness
is not wrong
this joy is not a sin.
It should be savoured
Appreciated, enjoyed
Loved for the moment.
Do not overlook a
moment of ecstasy
for the view
Of years of sorrow.
They are too scarce.
Sorrow carves her way deep into our hearts
Joys are easily forgotten along the path
Why is it so hard to forget pain?
So that life’s lesson may not go in vain
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