Sparkling & bubbly ones, of course. And poems which pare with smoked salmon & creme fraiche. Celebrations with old & new friends.
Who said read a poem enough times to hear the laughter, the joy in it? Joy is akin to effervesce. Welcome it coming & going.
ah, the ebullience of a laugh
ReplyDeletebullseye to the cause
hands raised in open cheer
glee an afterthought twice remembered
she follows the path to a glowing light
an entrance through a gate
beyond the floating warmth
of creatures at peace, eyes on a truth