The conversation about contentment here is intriguing. I realize I use the word, and most words about personal state in two very different ways - one is feeling and the other as choice, decision, attitude. So I have two very different contentment poems.
Contentment - The feeling
I lay out bait for contentment.
Candles glow rich bergamot.
by chair full book basket beckons.
Rose quilt offers soft embrace.
Amber beads hung in sun entice.
But contentment is a fickle cat.
she comes only when she wills.
Victoria Hendricks
October 8, 2010
Contentment - The attitude
I have enough.
I do enough.
I am enough.
Dayenu.
Victoria Hendricks
October 8, 2010
I enjoyed both of these poems. I don't think I am a kind of person who 'lays bait' for contentment, but I definitely agree contentment is fickle indeed. And, as for the second poem, wise words indeed!
ReplyDeleteTruly well expressed!
ReplyDeleteLove the play on the definition for this word, the second one packs a particular punch for me but both were awesome.
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