Eccentric Poem by ONElia AVElar
Eccentric
He has never been to Jerusalem,
nor Mecca, never visited Tibet,
Bodh Gaya, Fatima or Saragossa,
neither seen the Pope in Rome,
nor the British Queen.
He is clerk in bank by day -
zealous pilgrim in a dream
and the holiest place for him
lies in the curve between
women`s neck and chin.
eclectically as sensous intensity when flows by the feeling eccentric as the ripples by the living organic, .....................still beautyful verse by the common feeling. well penned,10/10, thanks for sharing
Guess I am eccentric then...can only agree with the last line again and again and again and... love Donall Donall
This is divine, that last line is a belter! I absolutely love it. Says it all.... HG: -) xx
there's no difference between the higher states of meditation and sexual ecstacy...
This is a lovely observation - as always from you, dear Onelia - and I fully understand the Eccentric's point of view. Not only men have these perceptions of beauty in a loved one's body and I relate to this so easily!
Wow, Loved it... So enchanting and simply beautiful... :)
Wow it is a wonderful poem Onelia. Amazingly beautiful. 10+++ for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/21/2024 8:02:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Just read again. Lasting power. Effortlessly sensual. F