I want to write a cheerful poem.
I want to sing a song of joy.
And clap my hands,
And throw my caution to the wind,
Not this misery, I.
This drivel,
without end.
I'd wear a dress of red and gold.
All laced up,
All softly flowing.
I want to joke, and laugh, and talk,
And brave this storm.
Not go in black,
Not me, this wreck;
This back-wind
blowing.
This is great and life-affirming.
Thank you Ghazala and Keith for your comments ?
Keith actually this was written over thirty years ago, we are still with my 17 year old self, but it was pretty anthemic for me then and has been again at various times throughout the years since. It does seem particularly apt for lockdown thinking, too. Have fun with your wardrobe and whichever colours of the rainbow suit you best!
Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem ?
Aviva,
you must be bursting free from the chains of lockdown. Me too. I have had enough of all this drudgery but shall not go as far as a dress of red and gold, at least not until the weekend.
A cheerful poem
Thank you for this
Keith
Just a kind of song my heart sings. Loved it.?
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Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Thu 8th Apr 2021 19:03
Thank you for commenting Stephen. ?
All commenters so far have seen this as a cheerful poem, which is fascinating and wonderful. I now can see it can be interpreted that way.