Bliss Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

Bliss

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The Monk reflects:

Bliss is climbing an upward scale
To see your soul ensconced
In the Superior's comfy lap.

The Epicurean opines:

Bliss is walking a pleasant path
With tempting stops to sensualize
An utmost reach of soul's freeride.

The Anarchist breaks in:

Bliss is handling apotheosis
Of a powerless dominion
Where people act at their own will.

The Poet versifies:

Bliss looks like a prosodic Universe
Where all ideas cohere and disperse,
Where souls with untoward spirits converse.


04/29/2020

Friday, May 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: happiness
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Hopkins 29 May 2020

A clever & well penned poem, Oleg.

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Oleg Vorobyov 01 June 2020

Thank you so much, Michael!

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