"If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time." - Edith Wharton
Inspired by a discussion with brods Jess Gopez and Nelson Reyes on happiness and sadness.
worry and panic drag us down towards misery and despair often, we wear a big frown and love we can’t even share there’s no joy in the air
Tossed at a banquet, I gleamed gold among the gods— “For the fairest one,” But no one told me which queen Should be crowned and called supre…
He could taste the salt in the air As they walked by the frothy sea It was so cold but they didn’t car… Her face is all that he could see They hugged tightly to keep warm
The coral shelters algae near Its stony bed, they thrive within The algae feeds the coral clear Together, always a win-win The stork atop a buffalo
I just saw a green hummingbird Right outside the kitchen window Of the red robins unafraid What a little spunky fellow Every day he comes to visit
The Eagle and the Dove Within each man, two natures fight The eagle fierce, the dove at ease One claims the sky, one offers pea… Together bound in shared birthrigh…
nestled in my folds a serpent sleeps, coiled in fate waiting for her touch sweet figs mask the whispered deat… gold and venom, silken breath
Even the worst of days Have enjoyable moments And the morning sun May hide behind clouds so grey Remember that beautiful roses
His life’s a carousel, round and r… No ups, no downs; nowhere his dest… A pointless voyage, to somewhere n… And in his grasp, a one-way ticket… He wakens, the day’s a mirror of y…
Golden afternoon Glass of red wine in my hand At peace with myself Feasting my tired hungry eyes On the multi-colored skies
The cool ocean-scented breeze blew… Leaves on trees whispered a sibila… In the clear starry sky, a sense h… Dog days gone as we welcome autumn… Summer’s stifling heat just a memo…
A lovely bird cage Antique ornate bejeweled Glum blue jay inside How tragic that such beauty Can inflict tremendous pain
That kind of gloomy Sunday The skies grey and overcast All morning in bed I lay Hoping the doldrums won’t last But by noon the clouds parted
As dusk turns to dawn; day into ni… Our lives unfold thus; minute by m… Some brilliant as the early mornin… Others so somber, melancholy grips… We count the leaves in the tree of…
Fine weather radiant sunshine The morning calm a prelude One fantastic summer day An idyllic interlude Isolated beach awaits