Long Lifejoy Poems

Joy

Winds
raged as 
fires glowed in
small frowzy shacks
that strange Georgia eve an angel was born.

The sky proclaimed that lives would re-arrange;
with Joy’s first cry,
the tempest
changed to
calm.

Warm 
Zephyr -
spring magic -
arrived with Joy.
Her laughter was kindling for hearth and home.

No galas in her future ; she was poor.
Never frowning, 
Joy would flash
diamond 
smiles.

Her 
Mama 
sewed flounces
on hand-me-downs,
which Joy wore with glee, celebrating life.

As Papa played his guitar for them all,
Joy danced and twirled.
Humdrum fled 
in her
stead.

Fair,
yellow-
haired; slender
like sassafras, 
this sunny lass gladdened all of the town.

Humankind exists that we might have joy.
Those touched by that
sweet angel
all learned
this.

Joy 
expelled 
gloom, giving
her cheer to all.
Nevertheless, joy is often short-lived.

One strange spring day, a cold wind blew in. As
thunder quaked, warmth
waned, and Joy
was no
more.

For Chris D. Aechtner's 
"Double the Fun ~ (Tetractys)"