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Happiness.....


Krista

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Everybody have a different understanding of happiness. Mine is here.

 

 

 

Happiness.

 

What is happiness? Does anybody know?

Or whether I`ve been happy or not?

Does happiness somehow show?

Of all things, is it the top?

 

In a familiar room where I sit,

playing a beloved game,

I`ve started to understand It a bit

on this cold and snowy winter day.

 

Happiness is in a pile of old books,

that once made us laugh so much,

and in a plastic rose that so artificial looks -

but still it has a sentimental touch.

 

It sits on the table of that game,

I can still hear happy talking around it,

reading fairy-tales with fascinating names

that once were born of ancient Estonians`wit.

 

It plays the strings of an old quitar,

so sad, still happy is the song,

It sits on a couch from the past

that hasn`t been slept on so long.

 

It strokes the fur of a grey cat

and hugs a dog who before It stands.

It holds a soft toy that`s so sweetly fat

and falls asleep with it in Its hands.

 

It hides Itself in a castle of snow

that looks like a palace - It is so proud.

To Santa It sings the songs that It knows

though a bit wrong but still happily and loud.

 

It swings on a creaking swing -

the higher and higher it goes.

Bicycle is Its most precious thing,

by this everywhere It goes.

 

It rides in the sky with the Great Bear -

sense of time It has completely lost.

Happiness everything dares,

didn`t realize that so happy I was!

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Peredhil is lured in by the topic in hopes of something positive...

 

Yay! I like this. :)

Easy rhymes, positive perceptions, the importance of imagination -

 

It's very easy for me to be negative and take for granted the things I have or have had - after all, when something goes well, that's the standard - why appreciate that?

 

But this is a lovely "Reality Check"

 

Thank you for having the courage to post something simple, fun, and which improved my day by at least 47%. :P

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When we look back on times, we always perceive them as being happy times, yet we never saw them that way when we were in them. Seems happiness is always in the past or the future, never the present...we're either chasing it, or remembering it, but we never have it... anyway, that's what I thought when I read your poem. I liked it. Made me feel quite nostalgic.

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Overall, an uplifting poem. A bit too positive for my outlook, but nonethe less a decent work. Simple structure, easy flowing rythym, it all works well together. Just one little thing I could suggest.

 

and in a plastic rose that so artificial looks -

In this line, I'm wondering if it might sound better to be in a plastic rose with such artificial looks. Other than that, nothing really seemed to mess up my rythym a bit, so good job. :)

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