Stoned Poem by Barry Middleton

Stoned



I am stoned
a child again
just beginning to realize
a momentary life

I worked my life away
I filed my income tax
I never went astray
but I will not come back

though just before my death
I feel I have been blessed
with vague serenity
no sweat no strain no test

I'm stoned but maybe you
might hear it too
the essence of every note
the hum of the Universe

Stoned
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: moments,universe
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
dimitrios galanis 20 December 2017

The feeling that we are part of the universe comes out clear from these verses, a feeling of happiness that we existed once as little stones of the vast COSMOS surrounding us.

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