Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

Whose Bliss Is This

whose bliss is this

when all ye have tranquility
absorbed in meditation
as purified drops of water
are drawn into a sponge

a wild and roving gypsy girl 
this pagan wench becomes
and takes me to the byroads
where fauns and satyrs run.

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John Fleming October 3, 2017 at 8:15 PM Reminds me somewhat of Ben Jonson or John Doone...nicely penned, Patricia. :) john

Lim'Rik Flats September 25, 2017 at 8:24 AM How can one poem so tweak a turnbuckle yet urge a tromp through the tulips??? Amazed... again ~ john Patricia Cresswell September 25, 2017 at 10:06 AM Hi John, thank you for this great comment. lol I love to tweak noses.

Ralph Sergi September 23, 2017 at 9:31 PM A beautiful gilded poem! Patricia Cresswell September 25, 2017 at 10:07 AM Thank you Ralph.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 23, 2017 at 2:59 PM Wild gypsy pagan wench running with fauns and satyrs, juicy pen, fave again xomo! Patricia Cresswell September 25, 2017 at 10:11 AM Must admit here be a closet wild woman. Thank you.

Silent One September 23, 2017 at 5:25 AM Ooh... A deep write Patricia Cresswell September 23, 2017 at 11:44 AM SO. it seems to me that in meditation you leave the world behind and that is okay but I prefer jumping in at the deep end and living.

Peter Rees September 23, 2017 at 4:47 AM Oh HO HO !! Wishful thinking . Two worlds, and which is yours, you gypsy pagan wench ? Lovely. Patricia Cresswell September 23, 2017 at 11:46 AM Thank you Peter seems you know me better than I thought.