Thread: When You Are Happy

Every word is a song,
Every burden an ivy
Veined castle; cinema moments
Projected on brick thoughts
That you think when
You know your pockets
Are empty and you have a
Long way to walk home.
So the melody replays
On your mind, the castle
Walls lean over and smile
At you, tickled and coughing
With laughter. With your
Face against the wind,
Hands in your pockets,
You search for emptiness and
Find lint where you thought
There would be nothing.

The first time through, I was a little thrown off by the discrepancy between some of the line breaks and the rhythm of some parts. After a second read, I got a better handle on it, which made it more interesting to just read it, outside of considering the content. The last three lines are also pretty clever. Thanks for the good read.

Thank you Angie and ODaly, for reading and comments. There are some rough edges to smooth out, I'll agree. I normally do not post my poetry until about 6 months after I've written, re-written, let cool for a month, and re-write if necessary. This is just one that fell out freely and I thought I'd give it a shot here. Someday, not matter what happens, nothing can ruin a good mood.

Of course, there are always those "other" days when it seems nothing is worth a hoot.

Thanks again
BW

The imagery in this works very well, I like it a lot, especially 'ivory veined castle'.