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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

Date: 10/3/2017 8:15:00 PM

Reminds me somewhat of Ben Jonson or John Doone...nicely penned, Patricia. :) john

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 9/25/2017 8:24:00 AM

How can one poem so tweak a turnbuckle yet urge a tromp through the tulips??? Amazed... again ~ john

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/25/2017 10:06:00 AM

Hi John, thank you for this great comment. lol I love to tweak noses.

Ralph Sergi

Date: 9/23/2017 9:31:00 PM

A beautiful gilded poem!

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/25/2017 10:07:00 AM

Thank you Ralph.

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 9/23/2017 2:59:00 PM

Wild gypsy pagan wench running with fauns and satyrs, juicy pen, fave again xomo!

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/25/2017 10:11:00 AM

Must admit here be a closet wild woman. Thank you.

Silent One

Date: 9/23/2017 5:25:00 AM

Ooh... A deep write

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/23/2017 11:44:00 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

Date: 9/23/2017 4:47:00 AM

Oh HO HO !! Wishful thinking . Two worlds, and which is yours, you gypsy pagan wench ? Lovely.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 9/23/2017 11:46:00 AM

Thank you Peter seems you know me better than I thought.