Happy Spirit
free flowing happiness
flowing out my fingertips
running down my arm and then
onto this page as printed script
swaying in the summer breeze
filtered warmth between the trees
moonbeams chase the starlit summer sky
happiness flows in liquid form and no one knows why
budding, bursting leaves of an elemental design
free your soul
Happy Spirit
go on and free your mind
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Twilight's Song | 3 | 10/07/2010 |
| That Girl | 1 | 10/07/2010 |
| Mystic Rendezvous | 1 | 10/05/2010 |
| Soul Searching | 3 | 10/03/2010 |
| Kathy's Kindred Spirit | 0 | 10/03/2010 |
| Early Morning Pain | 1 | 10/03/2010 |
| Happy Spirit | 0 | 09/29/2010 |
| Arise Sweet Child | 3 | 09/26/2010 |
| Of the Cherokee Tribe | 2 | 09/26/2010 |
| Grieving Garden | 2 | 09/25/2010 |
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