Everyday Happiness

Happiness Is…

ParisSpring

A sunny day early in the Paris spring.

Happiness is sun-dappled apple in its freshness

but lingering smooth like chocolate almonds melting on your tongue.

Hearing flowers grow or each blade of grass unfurl,

or gentling out of fluff lining the nests.

Happiness is hearing the bustle elsewhere

oneself in no hurry

quick only to smile at passers-by.

Sweet hesitations of nothings to fill a day.

A perch somewhere astray, to pontificate and contemplate

glimpses of famous monuments,

but no need to tick them off your list.

You admire the sleek and chick Parisian parents, their control

of pushchairs…  breathe relief they’re not your own…

It’s the little everyday things we celebrate today on dVerse Poets Pub. Join us there for a drink, a chat and plenty of good poems!

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21 thoughts on “Everyday Happiness”

    1. One of my favourite memories in recent years is of lying down in a meadow with a good friend and comparing cloud formations to animals, inanimate objects and such like. How long since we had done this, as children! You need to make time for this kind of thing in your life.

  1. A day with nothing to do, nothing to draw me along. Just to appreciate the most miniscule detail, like the sound of grass growing. Ha. To be immersed in the world around me. I could def go for that.

  2. I like the thought of noticing the bustle everywhere, yet not being in a hurry oneself. And, ha, I smiled at the sleek Parisian parents with their strollers (American English- lol) & the breath of relief that the children aren’t one’s own. But..ah…being in Paris in Spring again would be far from everyday for me! Smiles.

    1. Not quite everyday for me either, which is why I really appreciated every sight, sound and smell of Paris. But I was only there for a short while, so did not feel compelled to take in all the tourist sights.

  3. How wonderful when one can be a by-stander and not engage in the everyday crazy pace of others. I like how the simple apple acquires the status of ‘chocolate almond’.

  4. Perhaps all poets are astute observers while in public, or the garden, or the backyard, or the forest, or at the sea–& you have described one of us performing at their peak, observing & appreciating all that is, slowing down the hectic swirl, keeping the chaos at arm’s length; nice job. I like your lines /a perch somewhere astray, to pontificate & contemplate/glimpses of famous monuments/.

    1. That line is doubly meaningful to me, because I usually like to read guidebooks in detail and talk endlessly about each of the monuments we are seeing…

  5. Ah.. gay Paris.. or is it Perrier.. not sure.. but the lights
    of eyes in glistening water.. of rain dripped streets..
    do bring nostalgia of a time well spent
    dancing in the rain.. in
    French moonlight..:)

  6. I do like to “hear flowers grow!” A lovely reminder that there are so many every-day things that can make life a blessing…we don’t need something exotic or rare in order to have happiness.

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