Bliss
WHAT IS BLISS? I'M BEGINNING TO WONDER!
August 18, 2015 · Edited ·
BLISS
I've come to this conclusion
Poetry is just an illusion,
A personal experience..
Of pain, gain
Written in...
Refrain.
I've read a few...
Stanzas? Metres?
Not sure no more,
Didn't keep score.
Conclusions, you see...
Delusions?... Possibly!
No longer a beat, No longer a rhyme,
No longer than thought?
Take your time... I can wait.
Once upon...
I thought I knew.
Had desire, I yearned..
A different place now,
A thing new learned.
It's not the rhyme,
It's not the heat,
The repeat...
Of rhyming, of timing..
Not the passion or the fashion...
In which you write.
Like clothes on skin,
It's not what's within, how fat, how thin..
It's not the taste nor feel nor wait upon a word to congeal.
In the end..
It's not how beautiful, how mournful, or sad...
How joyful, boisterous, funny or glad!
But Rather... But Whether...
YOU pick it up, sip it, taste it!
Swirl it in your mind like the finest of wine.
It's when you give to your friend, to the public and say...
Here! Try this!
That is the moment..
Of Bliss!
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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