It’s a joy smelling to high heavens
At day’s end, tending my garden
Dressed in mud
Kissed by the sun
It’s a joy singing old tunes
Alone, in a crowd
Loosing the key midway
Pulling it off anyways
It’s a joy dancing naked
Before my most feared critic
Peaking at myself in a
Horror-struck vanity mirror
It’s a joy being silent
When all else profound
A frog, yellow bellied
Dozing off on a lotus leaf
It’s a joy being loud
When the world dumbfounds
A crow rising at dawn
Training its vocal muscle
It’s a joy, letting fingers roam
Whenever they insist on
As I inscribe in earnest
My holy viewpoint
Oh joy!
I can write
When all else
Cease to exist
Oh wow, what a beautiful and enlightening piece. What great imagery and uplifting words.
it's a joy writing some words to express our feelings... it's a joy to know that this piece of yours are nice...
It was a joy to read this poem, words flow nicely, made me feel good!
Lovely flowing lines of joy, and such a pleasure to share with your readers. A total joy
oh yeah I too can smell your joy tending my gardens for you its now resurrection time a time when dead wood gives birth to new grass. a lovely poem dear Deva -10 anjali (do read mine Megalomania and A falling Star)
Dear Deva De Silva, You've spread an infectiously joyous atmosphere, through the various moods and movements of joy in your lyrically graceful poem. Love.
I have to wholeheartedly agree with your second stanza...and the ending was lovely.
beautiful poem, i liked it. it describes everything. its not vague its wonderful, more than perfect. keep on!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The joy of being arfully and beautifully expressed. I am warmed by your sunny images. Lovely... Kind regards, Sandra