Madam Joy

By Highhat

Tue, 12 Feb 2013
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It fits like glove in hand,
this tempered distraction-
bright as the snow’s reflection
for sure it makes a hit.
Brooding flees like a homeless motley crew.
Overflowing like honey on the comb;
warming as the glow spreads
from the suburbs of the heart.
These are the delights of Madam Joy.

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Submitted by moonphish on
you said a lot with a little here...it feeds the senses :) - alvin

Submitted by Highhat on
You overfloweth my cup with your comment Alvin. Thank you. ;)Pia

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
What an interesting description: 'the glow spreads from the suburbs of the heart' and also, 'Brooding flees like a homeless motley crew'. regards, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Glad you thought so Rhiannon- poetry is not going well for me.. so it is good that you thought this interesting. ;)Pia

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
This poem sure gave me a warm glow to read Pia. Very much enjoyed. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Thanks for reading Jenny- glad you could warm yourself with this poem. ;)Pia

Submitted by well-wisher on
Some great images in this poem. 'Overflowing like honey on the comb; warming as the glow spreads from the suburbs of the heart.' is my favourite part.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

Submitted by Highhat on
Glad you picked those lines WW- thank you for commenting..always good to see you. ;)Pia