bliss stands
in the center of the field
sticking out her tongue
laughing her head off
that I can’t see her
*
scent of quince—
how many other great pleasures
I never considered
*
dry river bed
not one rock
out of place
December 2, 2012 by Rosemerry
bliss stands
in the center of the field
sticking out her tongue
laughing her head off
that I can’t see her
*
scent of quince—
how many other great pleasures
I never considered
*
dry river bed
not one rock
out of place
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Interesting progression, from extravagant to stark. The river stones so perfectly in place. A fine image, almost sculpted.
what? you’re unable to see bliss? when did this loss occur? (nonetheless, I like the image of bliss sticking her tongue out at you and laughing—as well as my suspicions being confirmed that bliss is, indeed, a she.)
the smell, and the taste, of quince—’tis the subtle pleasures that resonate.