An illlusion. A rumor
of an emotion that does
not exist long. It comes
fleetingly. It leaves
fleetingly.
.
An allusion to the harlequin's
purpose; diamond patterns
intended to bring smiles send
instead a clown's tear.
An obsession for the sad heart.
Who has the laughter or who took
the joy? Like drama's masks, comedy
and celebration beyond reason, pathos
far surpassing human understanding.
Here is the experiential, beyond
access, or beyond a mental hand
outstretched to another mental hand
questing.
Love becomes affectionate as affliction
in situation, a contritioned condition.
A way to avoid explanation's connotations
of a full spectrum expression.
Lady A
04-01-15
1007a
happy is a choice! :) and
happy is a choice! :) and there are many other choices to take its place but remember to choose it purposely and often! hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
A Particular Fondness For This Poem
Poking fun at joy and riding the tide of happiness is all. - slc