After months of stifling heat, I walked outside this morning and was greeted by cool, crisp air. Boy, was that a nice surprise! It refreshed me and put a little spring in my step.
Later on this morning, I surfed on over to my favorite website for writers and decided to join in on their weekly poetry-writing prompt. The challenge was to create a title with the words, "Blank is Blank." Sure, I could have written a poem entitled "She is Ignorant," or "John Cusack is Hot," or "My Teenager is Moody," but instead I went with the positive feelings I got from walking outside into that cool, crisp air this morning.
"Life is Good"
Sure, gas costs me $4.14 a gallon
(and a carton of eggs are more than 2),
But today I have
nowhere to go,
nowhere to drive,
all day to enjoy,
and my daughters wanted waffles
(So, really, in the little scheme of things
Life is Good.)
Of course, there is tragedy and sadness,
And prayers for my
Relatives, friends, strangers,
In the hospital, in rehab, in grief.
But a happy smile
and a happy email tells me that
he is better, life is better, and
prayers are powerful.
(So, really, in the grand scheme of things
Life can be good.)
And, while they may be inconsequential to you,
the day is filled with little things that are actually quite
The cool air slapping me in the face,
My Cowboys winning a game,
Your silly grin lighting up the room,
A good book,
A good taste,
A good sip,
A good memory,
A good hug.
It makes me wish there was a way to go back in time,
and give a message to the man (a writer) who killed himself
over the weekend.
I’d pat him on the shoulder,
encourage him to smell the roses & savor the wine,
listen to the laughter & feel the cool breeze,
then take a deep breath, and think about it again.
Life. Is. Good.
I never claim to be a "real" poet (and I sure do envy those who have that gift!), but I still enjoy putting my thoughts down into this sort of format.
Write a poem (if you don't know where to start, go with "Blank is Blank")
Think about why your life is good
(there are a lot of reasons--big and little--aren't there?).