Joy, confounding mystery that it is,
comes at the strangest times:
A breath of fresh air, after a stuffy
Time spent inside all day.
A deep breath, relieving tension
From working under pressure.
Breathing in the scent of a nice perfume,
When a woman passes nearby.
Breathing in the familiar smell
Of my house when I walk through the door.
Breathing in the scent of my wife’s skin,
When she leans close to my face for a kiss.
Breathing, yes, just breathing,
Every day of new life.
Joy is that simple,
Only a breath away.
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I relate to this one the most, and relating to the poetry is the highest compliment I can offer. Keep writing, and keep it honest. ❤
Thanks, G2 (Dad!), I really appreciate the compliment and support. Thanks for reading my blog again, and thanks for commenting. As the activity on my site has been slow for a while, I need all the help I can get. Also, if you’re interested, tell friends and family about it! Thanks, gsb3