It’s been a while since I sat down and let a poem come to me, so last night I focused on what gaining contentment looks like to me. Here is the product of my effort…
Contentment: a poem
I picture contentment
with open arms,
a soft blanket gathering of
safety, peace, and love,
a warm stream
gushing nothing but comfort,
but that’s not the way it is.
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It’s more like a treasure hunt,
finding the gems amidst the fake,
among the thorns, and
alongside the ordinary.
A reflected smile,
a velvety rose petal,
the slant of the morning sun
through the leaded glass window,
making rainbows
where none existed seconds before.
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Always looking,
always searching,
soothing my soul
with the beauty
of simple things
I can be grateful for.
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Contentment
doesn’t fall in my lap,
like manna from above;
no, I build it, brick by brick,
room by room,
and thought by thought.
Until one day it shelters me
and feeds my spirit.
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A nest, a mansion,
a cloud, an embrace,
a flower, those puppy kisses—
these are my building blocks,
my simple tools,
to construct a life of being content,
satisfied
rather than one of greedy fear,
of not having
or being enough.
Jenny Knipfer (c) 2021
Thanks for reading!
Thank you for taking a few minuets to read my poem. I hope it spoke to you. If if did, please leave a comment.
Also, my book, Harvest Moon, is on a blog tour. This week’s stop is at The Whispering Bookworm, where you see details of the tour and can read a brief interview with me about the book.
Blessings, J