Happiness Under The Cool Blanket

Happiness Under The Cool Blanket short poem

Photo by Mira Pangkey


Hidden, there, behind a barrel
two eyes peep out ever so often—
glimmer of their pipe dreams,
evanescent,
in a hopeless world.

In those seconds,
micro-seconds in a landscape cleft
where other sets of dulled eyes
search forlorn vistas in the hope of uncovering —

A gull rests on the crest of a curling sea wave
screeching gleefully to the sky
a triumph cry
of victory over a cancerous sea.

And the other eyes meet
entangled in the grim happenstance of lives
where only a glimmer exists—
a splash of blue hope
entangled in the flotsam and jetsam.

They sing cautiously with the screeching gull
in a harmony of being,
a coitus of possibility
in a tangled world.

There, for a moment, glistening eyes
discover the happiness of discovery
before the cool blanket of cynicism
dampens it.

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