Vibrant, Blissful, Quietude

"Bliss like thine is brought by years; Dark with torment and with tears." Emily Bronte - Sleep Not (1846) st.1 _______________________________ often, I am in the throes and agony of my mind I am tortured and each day I grapple with sad thoughts that pinion and shackle me to the past with anchors unyielding, yet beautiful with memories vibrant and ever and immortal . . . and in meditation, I look beyond the firmament to a heavenly utopia where there is only stillness a celestial unearthly place divine a paradise, tranquil and lovely where I sojourn in serenity . . . and there, lissome and graceful I glide- a butterfly I float and drift among ethereal emerald trees yet, the foul besmirch of my past follows all those shadows that restrain me but the beauty beckons me . . . I wish for silken repose and to rest my mind of thoughts to dream- to sleep and slumber in total stillness but, in dreams I struggle with the past so in blissful contemplation I find my peace in my quietude . . . . ______________________ May 21, 2018 Poetry/Free Verse/Vibrant, Blissful, Quietude Copyright Protected, ID 05-1024-942-21 All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Eight Word Challenge sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 2018 Second Place Submitted to the Premier contest, Vibrant, Blissful, Stillness sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 02/25/2022 Fifth Place