Happiness in ripples

Photo©W. carter

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When grasped too hard, joy like a nettle stings,

Peer too long into lake waters clear,

Happiness escapes in widening rings.

 

A dream achieved, and still the yearning clings,

Though we have touched the green light on the pier—

When grasped too hard, joy like a nettle stings.

 

The dawn breaks harsh that no desire brings,

Dream horses bolt and shy away in fear,

Happiness escapes in widening rings.

 

The way is strewn with arrows spent and slings,

The longed-for prize eludes, a leaping deer,

When grasped too hard, joy like a nettle stings.

 

In this bright world of myriad splendid things,

To choose one star and try to keep it near,

Happiness escapes in widening rings.

 

Be like the gull, content with his broad wings,

Bask in the golden light of this blue sphere,

For rose has thorns, joy like a nettle stings,

And ripples out of sight in widening rings.

Poetry challenge: Golden dart of happiness

The five words of the Secret Keeper’s Monday word prompt are

| REACH | SHOT | INTENSE | FLAW | SPRING |

A powerful bunch of words to play with. Follow the link to add your poem to the entries.

The painting is actually called The Ninth Wave so I had to use it.

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Nine waves crash upon the strand,

In my ears the surf’s roar,

But still I cannot follow.

A shot at happiness darts bright,

Swift arrow flight,

Golden light,

Beyond the breakers towering.

Hands reach out to seize the wandering gull,

Circling, circling above the sea,

Deep and dark as my hopes.

White wings soar beyond the line,

And I am left behind,

In the intense, immense blue of the empty air,

Wondering will this flawed spring ever grow

To the bright summer of my dreams.