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Where Joy Resides
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Arlene Gay Levine


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There are places we knew in childhood:
green grass blankets sprinkled with dew diamonds and early June blooms,
chocolate warmth of cocoa on a January day, the sweet smell of summer sweat,
 the sound of the drums coming
from far away for an Independence Day parade,
the paragraph in a book you know you’ll never forget.
 
Oh, the cold crush of flakes forming winter’s first snowball,
or the golden sparks of a clambake fire, such stories
told round the circle there
with the tang of salt sea spray perfuming the air.
 
So many pictures we all recall and hold them sacred still.
Yet tell me why of all of these
not one can take the place
of a certain day when fate decreed I’d look
and see your face.


© by Arlene Gay Levine.
Used here with permission.

 


Arlene Gay Levine is an award-winning poet, author, and educator who lives with her husband in New York City. The author of 39 Ways to Open Your Heart: An Illuminated Meditation (Conari Press) and Movie Life (Finishing Line Press), her poetry and prose have found a home in The New York Times, numerous anthologies and journals, an Off-Broadway show, a CD, and radio programs. Arlene has served as a judge for the Illinois State and Virginia State Poetry Society Contests, and is the creator/facilitator of Logos Therapy™, a transformational writing process. Learn more about her at http://www.arlenegaylevine.com.

    

 

 


Post New Comment:
Arlene Gay Levine:
My thanks and Happy Valentine's Day to all my YDP friends.
Posted 02/07/2024 05:20 PM
CamilleBalla:
The title draws me into the poem and takes me to a great place. Nice ❤️ poem.
Posted 02/07/2024 03:53 PM
Lori Levy:
Great ending after all the beautiful images.
Posted 02/07/2024 02:22 PM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
Love this uplifting poem about the joy of winter and love. Perfect for Valentine's Day month. I'm a fan of Arlene's poetry because it is so inspirational.
Posted 02/07/2024 12:55 PM
Judy:
The sweetness of memories with imagery!
Posted 02/07/2024 10:07 AM
Darrell Arnold:
For me, it's fireflies. They don't exist out West, where I have lived. As a child, I saw them while visiting friends in eastern Kansas. I never saw them again until I was past 50, when I visited Pennsylvania. I will remember those moments forever.
Posted 02/07/2024 08:28 AM
Larry Schug:
Where you are in this poem is a beautiful place, at least in my imagination. The last stanza takes (for me) an unexpected turn, which I like.
Posted 02/07/2024 07:34 AM


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