Writing While Happy


Why do words get put on paper at moments of despair?

When it’s a race between the ink and the tears

to transfer their essence to the page?

Aren’t the giddy moments to be memorialized?

Isn’t delight worthy of choice phrases?

 

True elation – a moment in time

when your heart could burst and spill the joy

as far as the edges of your universe.

Fragments of time to be savored

And later reviewed with fresh pleasure.

 

With deepest meaning of their own

and needing no embellishment

to sparkle in the gloom of winter

to keep you company with warmth engendered

from treasured artifacts.

 

Happiness is not simply the absence of pain

It is a balance of accepting what is

while maintaining a tenuous grip on what could be

of comfort in your true persona

of knowing how to love.

 

And when, combined with long awaited

declarations and promise of new directions

your heart gets to that bursting point

Catharsis is as close as a pen or keyboard

expression venting the swell of feeling.

 

Preferable to indiscriminate disclosure

The wrong word in the wrong ear

Longer lasting reminder of

an exquisite moment,

part of your special history.

4 thoughts on “Writing While Happy

  1. Since I started writing again I’ve developed a real need to. If I haven’t written in a couple of days I feel like I must! Then the process itself becomes somewhat calming. If sadness is a catalyst I’ll be up late tonight writing.

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  2. leamuse says:

    While I do write when happy, I tend to learn more when I write from anger. Where every you write from, be glad of it and keep writing. 🙂
    Léa

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    • Thanks for your comment. I usually write from feelings of sadness or sometimes anger and agree with you that a lot of insight can come out of the words. Maybe the words aren’t as compelling when one is in a happier frame of mind?

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      • leamuse says:

        I don’t have the answer and I guess different things work for different people. However, most of my really powerful pieces came from anger. 🙂 Perhaps what I write now is weak as the anger I seem to have left behind me when I moved?

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