A Year of Pink Poetry

Three for Peace

Songs speak where words fail to breathe,
Sending understanding shivering down my tired spine.
I cling to them, taming emotional seethe,
A dot of happy distraction in a hectic line.

That moment when I settle down to sleep –
All else matters not: I exist, without complications.
I breathe in, out, thoughts, dreams melding in a heap,
Peace of solitude without external perturbations.

A stuffed pug dog, now ranked as vintage pop art,
With big bulging eyes, an adorable expression,
Will always be safe on a shelf in my heart.
Handheld, a moment of childlike regression.

12 lines, 96 words.
Prompt:
Tiny Happy Things
Write a poem about at least three 'little' things that make you happy!

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