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Extraordinary bliss
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Extraordinary bliss |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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In a moment of sheer and extraordinary bliss I like to think the world doesn't exist but the world is a constant; it never is not and bliss fades into obscurity. Hunched and bunched like the defeated it haunts on all fours the chambers of mind and gains sustenance from imaginative feasts placed on a platter of memories. But the platter once gold is dull, uninspired, and bliss looks on with lack-lustre eyes but it knows to eat from fantasy's store to validate all that was long before. Though gone is all that was long before bliss cannot be amongst the ignored so it rises up into attack mode and gathers the minds of those so inclined to believe in its mystical powers. But this in sleep and I'm not aware and, yes, I lie, because I'm of the world! Helen |
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Osprey Member
since 2009-04-12
Posts 249 |
Fantasies have many shades. Golden memories simply need a regular shine, to keep them sparkling. Bliss is ephemeral; it has to be, to survive. I thought this poem was quite exceptional. |
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