With the exception of the first poem in this series, I am taking the last line of one poem to begin the next poem. To read them in chronological order, together, as one work, please click on Poetry Tumble tab on the top bar. While you are there, read which poet’s line so enthralled me I begged to use it as my starting point. His poem, in its entirety is posted first, with his permission, of course. To continue:
Happiness is mine
Not the me who embraces the day!
Surely you don’t expect moroseness
or a determined refusal to play –
’cause if you do, you would be wrong
and lose the bet and all your money –
my heart would refuse to play along
it knows happiness to be self-made –
not given by others just on a whim
but created by mind’s intentions laid.
MeeAugraphie
09/05/07
My words are to remain here. Thank you.
