This poem reflects on the fleeting nature of earthly joy, the guilt that sometimes follows happiness, and the longing for a place where joy is pure and unburdened. It is part of my ongoing poetic exploration of life’s paradoxes.
Ding dong, ding dong—
a sound that turns a yellow heart of the day
to blue overnight,
an overjoyed feeling slips quietly
into a mood filled with guilt of
the unconscious crime of a joyful mind.
A week swollen with appetite,
the hunger to consume everything,
followed by days of refusal
where food awaits
and desire does not come.
A closed mouth
with an hungry stomach.
A mood as extrovert as the sanguine,
suddenly a melancholic mind
seeking nothing but the safety of its shell,
as temporary as the earth
an evidence of paradise
where joy bears no guilt.
In reflecting on my life, I noticed how temporary happiness can be. I believe this is true not only for me, but for many others as well. This realization led to the writing of this poem.
💬 Closing
Poetry often reveals what words struggle to hold. Did any line or feeling linger with you? I’d love to hear your thoughts.