That is an interesting thought to ponder… a happy poet. I do feel I tend to write better poems when I am dealing with an open wound so to speak. My hurt and pain seem to bleed right onto the page. But when it is a happy day, it seems harder to produce a sunshine and roses poem that doesn’t seem forced.
I have had my share of pain in the past and as I age there is definitely more loss in my life. These all carry strong emotions and are easier to get on paper. Having dealt with depression for many years, I find the joys just aren’t as high as the lows are deep.
So maybe there is a little truth to this quote. What do you think, can you be a happy poet?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – oxymoron