Joy Undefined ~ Bronwyn Desjardins

Words don’t surface with the same familiarity now,

Hesitating and tongue-tied, they retreat impotent in my mind’s crevices,

Fearful and stammering, they recede in the blinding light of my heart’s delight.

My intelligence, confronted by joy, exhibits a blank canvas

That I labour and yearn to paint for my reader,

But the words fade and wilt in the presence of such intense rapture.

I seek and find not the language to express,

The ecstasy that leaps and carouses within,

Newborn and undefined, rollicking and spirited – my bliss.

Perhaps, then, it is fitting that this feeling remains untainted by definitions,

Free from words or language, to frolic euphoric – unchained and unrestrained,

Forever my haven of un-penned delight to relish and savour – my joy undefined.

Bronwyn Desjardins

18 December 2008

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