Joy

Lucinda Williams does a great song called Joy. Do you know that one? This song, like most of Lucinda’s, is not gleeful. But she is a blues singer.

One of my friends who teaches poetry workshops told me that he made an assignment once to a group of graduate students. Simply put, he asked everyone to write a happy poem. Not one person turned in the assignment.

Do your poems tend to monopolize one particular emotion? Do you have favorite poems that could be called joyous?

One Reply to “Joy”

  1. Summer Solstice
    Sitka 1993
    This day blooms
    under wide meadows
    of sky. We lay
    our sun-stunned bodies
    in constellations
    of clover and buttercups.
    Salmonberry bubbles
    of sweet red light
    break on our tongues.
    Shooting stars
    in the flowerbeds,
    pollen in our sheets.

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