JOY

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Chris Kemple © 2006

 

Joy, how is it measured?

 

Glimpse of sunlight experienced as formless, indescribable being or a smile from youthful sparkling eyes

Eyes full of optimism, yet about hopes and desires not formed.

Formless in intangible beauty which divided into all component parts becomes less.

 

Mysterious Joy, which cannot be grasped, presenting itself as flippant life demanding attention yet runs from description.

 

Never held, always elusive disguised as nostalgic bittersweet recall.

A fresh Autumn shrouded in Celtic mist.

Not contained in time yet older. Indeed time it’s enemy,

yet each struggles to place some time aside to feel It .

 

Overwhelming in embarrassed tears shyly accepting its mocking taunt yet cannot be accepted.

 

Why bother to chase this Will o’ the Wisp.

 

Intoxicating yet cannot be swallowed.

 

Random, it penetrates and withdraws from the bleeding heart leaving punctured wounds needing Joys own sword to heal the same heart. Hurt only ever present through It’s absence.

 

Is it freedom?

 

Freedom unattached cannot be measured it will run from scrutiny defying capture.

 

How snug a smoking chimney at twilight in still November. Children pedalling bicycles homeward, fired and laughing in the stillness.

 

No Joy without the free spirit alone for Joy. Free spirit who seeks only to know another free Soul.

 

To share the Aloneness.

 

Music touching the pierced heart .

This Joy will end !

 

Waves, clouds, blue skies.

 

Art? Framed  trap pulling the mind into its immeasurable, colourful lack of description. Coloured swathes across the canvas mingling . Fusion with a mind reminded …of what?

Intangible poignancy or nostalgia cutting, causing all but itself to cease for a few grains of sand falling.

 

Living moving form Joy.

Grinning, unconditional, loving dog seeking loves return from a cast off  leafless branch held by the most cherished.

 

The attention grabbing movement of opposite form, sensual shape mysterious, causing curiosity. Depthless and ingenious in variety, contained, provocative.

Vulgar, joyful lust taunted by the unattainable.

 

Mirthful lateral thought. Aching gut from shared laughter caused by what ?

Joy, is it forgotten sorrow?

 

Rapture rising as the players bring to an end the source of pleasure.

 

First moments before awakening having left sleep behind.

 

Airport to where I cannot relate. Packed bags to a different me.

 

The evil of chocolate.

 

Endless list of the indescribable.

 

Yet can I create it?

 

That which is already there before me.