The Joy of Poetry

The Joy of Poetry

I have often been struck by the way in which a poem can wake me up to a new insight, sometimes leaving me feeling quite breathless with its impact …

I have many favourite poems, and a favourite book that I keep by my bedside, but this below was new to me. It delighted me in the same way that the first snowdrop does, bravely announcing that Spring is on its way. Below is a copy of that poem, and I wonder if poetry has a place in your life?

Joy Does Not Arrive with a Fanfare

Joy does not arrive with a fanfare, on a red carpet strewn with the flowers of a perfect life.

Joy sneaks in, as you pour a cup of coffee, watching the sun hit your favourite tree, just right.

And you usher joy away,

because you are not ready for it.

Your house is not as it must be, for such a distinguished guest.

But joy cares nothing for your messy home, or your bank-balance, or your waistline, you see.

Joy is supposed to slither through the cracks, of your imperfect life, that's how joy works.

You cannot invite her,

you can only be ready when she appears.

And hug her with meaning, because in this very moment,

joy chose you.

Donna Ashworth