Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Bliss

In that milky pout of bubble,
which births from your tiny
lips, there rests a purity of 
being; timeless, ancient, bliss
which resonates through
centuries as life's perfect kiss;
where virgin beginning, lives
in fragile hope of tender years,

before translucent hope can drift.

https://dversepoets.com/2017/08/28/quadrille-39/

7 comments:

  1. It's a long time since I blissed out on this - but with my first grandchild coming, I'm looking forward to it from a new perspective!

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  2. "timeless, ancient, bliss" ... your poem is a beautiful way of putting words to the wonder of new life...Janice (Ontheland)

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  3. Oh I really love what you captured here... and maybe you see that bliss so much more with a grandchild than your own.

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    1. No, the bliss for me was the same with children. I really enjoyed my children and really enjoy grandchildren but they are different. There is something exquisitely special about your own child.

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  4. Oh Roslyn, this is wonderful. I was there marveling at that baby with you.

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  5. ...and I've had six children and my youngest is 9 - and he still lets me hug him :) Yes, bliss indeed

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  6. Love the soft and tender write. I look forward someday of having grandchildren.

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