My Joys - Poem by Minerva Agriam
I love the joys of simple life.
Coz you taught me how to value life.
Your simplicity caught my picky eyes.
Wondering what's in your style; then
Snapped! My world suddenly stopped to revolve!
Stooping upon a lowly inching worm,
A whole world gaily gazes upon bereft.
Yet the Joy's flimsiness brings exceeded
The beauty of this mortal earth.
Weak and humble, simple and true
Wholy confirmed and befitted your image.
The simple thoughts of you give rise
To my joyous dreams and wishes.
Giving hope and inspiration to my
Choosy squeamish world.
Tasted all the magical tastes of fantasies;
My tastebuds had become weary of the
Sweet and sour, bitter and salty!
And have an eye for the wholesome flair
The earth possesses! Nothing can satiate
The picky eyes, taste heart and mind but you!
Oh flesh of mine, whence can you share your own?
So that what makes you lacking be fully satisfied?
Yet, not a single joy, think or being can ease
The throbbings of a heart that swels, nor the
Searching eyes that transcend beyond times,
Or the ears that heard throngs of pounding drums,
The feet that stamped millionth miles or
The hands that grabbed plentious things or
The mind that grasped a trillionth knowledge,
Or the mouth that had tasted the delicious
Manna from above. Yet the flesh so discontented!
Wanting all things like avarice, stoops down
To look upon little things like dot!
Yes, my joys belong to the days of looking
(2/22/03. 9: 00 p.m)
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