Bliss Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

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