Being happy was fine in groups
But she didn't try it at home
She feared it would interfere with
Work when she was writing a poem.
Now, she enjoyed getting to write
But that’s not the same thing at all—
Happiness as a theme might bore—
Her readers, she felt, deserved more.
So she pulled out the disheartened
Injured abused and disregarded;
She depicted solitude as
Exactly what she avoided.
And then she smiled and made iced tea
Sat on her deck in maple trees
Closed her eyes and overheard birdsBees and squirrels chat in the leaves.
Posted for Poetry Pantry #163 at Poets United.
Copyright © 2013 S.L.Chast