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DROPS OF UNEXPECTED JOY
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JOURNAL # 41 I smiled to myself
tenderly
fascinated
as I watched
the wind give leaves
of varying colors
new life through the will
of the breeze
what lay dead moments before
discarded who could say when
suddenly appeared to playfully fly
after its fellow joyous leaf friends
in a game of autumn wind tag
a momentary illusion I know
and yet in this one particular instant
I was cheering them on
caught up in the frenzy of their leaf
jubilation
'Drops Of Unexpected Joy'
God surely doth give in the oddest
moments of one's day
a testament to the believer
that every speck on this earth has
some secret life all its own............
(Oct. 10, 2015 415pm)
I know you know this
But I wanted to tell you anyways.
You are an Excellent Writer
And I haven't even read that much of what
You have written.
I reread " Chime " just now
And got a better kick out of it then the first time.
Life and people are a funny thing like that.
KS
Thanks for making my week!
I love to write and I think it shows. So many in every day life in the past have accused me of not seeming to pay all that much attention to things around me. That is my foil see, to seem like I'm not really paying all that much attention but really be paying very very close attention to the tiniest thing. I've said it many times before I feel I'm just the conduit. God gives everyone talents he gave me this. My blessing was becoming aware of it even when I really was not yet all that great at writing poetry. I still loved to do it.If you want to get a huge humorous kick go to my earliest Journals and read some of those poems and tell me truthfully after reading that early early stuff could you see the poet I'd years later become. likely not. I bet for the first 5 solid years I steadily wrote I didn't much like anything I had written. Only a few small couplets of lines would stand out to me as maybe I was on to something. For fun go and read Journals #1 or 2 or 3 or 4, 5 may have a few nuggets, but the early, early stuff is all so sing song like and filled with childish easy rhymes. I was a kid and or young and had hardly lived. I think the best poem of that general time of my life was A Haversack of Confessions.I'm not wholly sure but I do believe it is in one of the first five journals. Anyway, once again thanks for making my week. I know you are not just paying me an empty compliment but that you truly believe me to be talented and that is what is so touching. It's nice to be singled out. I adore authentic sincerity. I have like 5 poems right now in the hopper that I have to trasncribe and correct the misspellings and post here on PP. I'm pretty happy with a couple of them. I'll tell you what, I'll put a * in my author's comments that way you will know that particular poem is one I'm modestly pleased with.Thank you for taking the time to read smatterings oh and I'm glad you liked chime. I got a kick out of that fellow. I think he was a warped angel that God sent down to me long ago. maybe my own halo was a bit twisted and he bent it back into the shape it was suppose to be or maybe he was just a distant muse come to life for me who can really say. Now you have me wanting to go back and read chime and try to get a reader's perspective on the poem. Smiles thanks Much adieu , a most humbled Melissa ...............