I'm going to try a new type of poem
one about the leaves in fall
the first snowfall
the smell of flowers erupting the ground
that was once frozen
and the warm breeze that summer brings
I'm going to write a poem
where the character gets saved
without ever being exiled
where flowers never die
and the bike never crashes
where rain waters flowers
and they yearn for the rain
without feeling the pain
from the waiting
I'm going to write a poem of the stars
not as the dead
the loved ones lost
but as twinkling eyes
of heaven
little fireflies
in the vast darkness
a nightlight
in the black canvass
of the night
I'll write of walking down the aisle
and meeting your love
at the end of the red carpet
of everyone standing as you pass
and sitting with comfort
when you are safe
next to the one who will
forever love you
where the vow is an actual promise
where divorce is
impossible
I'll write about new life
brought into this world
the newborn cry
not as pain
but as a joyful exclamation
a confirmation
that they too
feel the warmth
even on the outside
where they know they are safe
in their mother's bosom
I'll write about the children in the street
and the car will never reach them
their juvenile naivete
a blanket
a fence
built around them
where harm will never
reach
I'll write about dancing in the rain
splashing in puddles
making snow angels
building the snowman
finishing a book and feeling
content with the ending
relaxing by the pool
with closed eyes
because the outside world
cannot touch them
in this immaculate weather
with the din of children
splashing about
and screaming in jovial glee
no
nothing will taint this picture
and how easy it is for me to write joyful poems
my fingers still flow the same
my thoughts still run a few steps ahead of me
so I have to run to keep up
my fingers not moving fast enough
on these keys
yes, I can write happy poems
