
This feeling of joy trapped inside like a xenolith within my dread. I listen with half an ear to the ramblings of strangers I sometimes call friends. Yet within, this joy, small, near insignificant, grows.
Your smile, my joy,
Ignites a small flame
Love?
This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a poem of exactly 44 words in response to the prompt. Your poem must contain the word xenolith. I hope you enjoy! 😊
Stew, I like your assessment of your situation. What an adorable image you chose to accompany.
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Thanks Li! She is a cutie isn’t she? And a great smile. Thanks for reading. 😊
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You’re very welcome.
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OMG, that’s exquisite!
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Thank you so much! High praise. 😁
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Nicely done poem.
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed. 😊
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I love the sense of that joy being trapped inside… let it break free.
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I think we’d all like joy to break free in our lives. 😁 Thanks for reading.
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i think it’s a calm joy that’s inside all of us…it just need something to ignite. Love the poem.
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The smallest spark to light the smallest flame to bring us joy. Thank you for reading! 😊
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A delightful haibun-quadrille, Stew! We need to release our feelings of joy ‘trapped inside like a xenolith’ within our dread. Bring on the small flames!
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Thanks Kim! Small flames leading to big fires. 😊
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You’re welcome, Stew!
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Love the power of this line “I listen with half an ear to the ramblings of strangers I sometimes call friends.” I know that feeling Stew. Well done 👏
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Glad you liked it Shaun. I do like that line. 😁
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Ah, the sadness that injects itself into the heart of this…perhaps we can turn it into joy.
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The seed is there. That’s all that’s needed to begin. 😊 Thanks for reading
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