It's Tuesday / time for Poetics in the dVerse Poets Pub! Lisa hosts / it's all about St. Patrick's Day!!!
Streets turn green / laughter spills
a bright and rowdy run
yet somewhere far beyond the cheers
the world has come undone
We raise a mug with tempered hearts
aware of all that's wrong
hoping that a spark of joy
might help us carry on
Music lifts / dancers whirl
share their happy grace
headlines whisper heavy truths
we cannot quite erase
Even in these shadowed hours
a moment's light can stay
reminding us resilience blooms
in a small and human way
Let this day be bittersweet
a mingling of the real
grief we hold / hope we keep
the things we long to heal
How true your words are today. We all need a wee bit of joy...
ReplyDeletehoping that a spark of joy
might help us carry on
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DeleteExcellent verse, Helen. I'll lift my glass to more of that joy, light, and laughter. A beautiful read tonight, my friend.
ReplyDeleteHelen, I think you have captured why the Irish party so heartily. We have a lot of heavy sorrow we are trying to drown. Happy St Paddy's Day to You.
ReplyDeleteHappy St Patricks Day.....Rall
ReplyDeleteThis bittersweet poem, is very apt for our times
ReplyDeleteBravo
Much love
In times of trouble we still know how to keep our spirits up, Helen. The world has indeed come undone, and we are in need of a spark of joy, so we must grab it when we can.
ReplyDeleteDear Helen, this is so well written! And the image is perfect for this verse. I really appreciate your talent!
ReplyDeleteThat St. Paddy's Day occurs so close to the spring equinox probably means its a rewrite of an ancient solar festival, when everyone got a chance to leave their fields of hopeless labor and have license to let 'er rip for a day and a night. Typically Americans have not understanding of such things - most Irish Americans are two or more generations removed from The Famine -- just another occassion to forget and play, forget and play. Even so, even so, drops of the old magic well up in the festivities. Well done and a fine meditation.
ReplyDeleteA poem of joy and sorrow awareness as life goes forward! Well done, Helen.
ReplyDeleteEspecially love the 2nd and 4th stanzas. Resilience holds strong. Our only hope. I like your glasses!!
ReplyDeleteThis really danced - charged with life and the wish for pleasure - Jae
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem, that is inspiring and filled with action and speed - LIFE
ReplyDeleteI'll drink to that!
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