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I
want
to write
joyful things
Ink lines that smile and
Verses of sun and spring evenings
Unbridled form laughing like children on a playground.
We share our joys with friends and keep our sorrows private
Except in poems: there, we share
Words wrung from aches, from
knots and deaths.
What if
we
don't?
What
if
instead
We take war
Turn it to sunlight
Or the smell of a summer night
And cram smiles into lines and make quatrains from cupcakes,
White rhyme like fragrant laundered sheets fresh from the dryer, bunched up and warm against our chest.
It's not that I don't experience sorrow, I do
I'll tell you about my sorrow
My shadows and tears,
I'll tell you...
No. Not
here.
Here
I
want
happy
poetry.
That's it
Just
Joy.