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Flares of Bliss: A Poem

Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.


In the past, at moments when I felt like this

they would ask me if I had smoked weed

as they only knew of an artificial bliss

so it had to be marijuana or speed.

Interestingly, it's not nearly as contagious

as the pissed-off disposition would be

it may even be seen as outrageous

by those on daily misery spree.

That's why I mostly reserve such a mood

for times of my meditative walks in park

where I won't appear as a weird dude

appearing just as happy as a lark.

How I do it -- please don't even ask

no amount of trying will get you there

for, if it's not easy -- it's impossible task

the only explanation I could think of as fair.

Suffice it to say -- just off hand

it's about the ability to drop it all

nothing to know or to understand

just let your mind have that free fall.

Don't hold on anything, be a kid again

chasing butterflies on aromatic meadow

to see it from adult perspective is all in vain

for, kid can't feel blissful in authority's shadow.

© 2021 Val Karas

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