Bliss

Remove the blindfold from your heart

your first sunset intently behold

as raw, stinging tears flow

reflecting gold

 

remove the iron shackles

clasping ankles

and

run

soles to sharp stones

with blade edges nudging bones

 

know

all wounds will heal

the scars a proud reveal

 

offer your heart two colourful kites

so she may be lifted

buoyant to prevailing winds

to be carried any which way

in tumbling, rainbow ribboned sway

 

let her tread in the frigid sea

arms up

frantically

not for the lifeguard’s attention

but from blessed elation

with mouthfuls of brine

a smile curled in wave shine

 

thus emancipated

is the heart reacquainted 

with

bliss

 

 

47 Replies to “Bliss”

  1. I have to admit that thanks to your poems I have the chance to learn a lot of new words 😁. I am not quite sure if I understood the meaning but I believe it is about opening your heart and achieving a happy, peaceful state and having faith that in the end everything will be allright. Would love to know more about it if you would like to tell me ☺.

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    1. Oh D, I’m so pleased that my writing offers a bit of education. I think your English is fabulous by the way.

      And I think you understood my intentions with the piece πŸ™‚
      It is indeed about opening your heart, that you may be at risk (like a lone swimmer in the open sea) where powerful sources may swirl about but you shall not be overcome by them. But this state is not always easy to achieve: the shackles and blindfold are self imposed to protect you after heartache and disappointment.
      Hugs to you D! πŸ™‚

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      1. Thank you, but unfortunately my English still needs improvement. This is wonderful, Diana! I appreciate this detailed explanation ❀. Lots of hugs ☺!

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  2. Yes, Diana, I have experienced such bliss following a traumatic period of abandonment by the man I loved and trusted. You describe so well the pain and struggle necessary for our self-emancipation ❀

    If you have not already done so, I suggest you consider publishing a chapbook of your poems.

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    1. I’m sorry to be reading of your experience Rosaliene; the resilience of the spirit that I sense in your words does give us all hope that sunlight follows the rain … eventually.

      I have only heard of chapbooks in passing – I will definitely research. I do believe you just paid me one of the best compliments I’ve ever had… thank you SO much!

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      1. 😊 My background in science does give me an inferiority complex – but if even a handful of folk appreciate me, I’m overjoyed at the prospect! Thanks Rosaliene!

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  3. Your rhythm and pacing throughout is amazing. There’s scope in the language and imagery for the tone to turn depressing but instead it’s uplifting, the heart fighting against the scars and coming out best. I love it, impressive as always πŸ™‚.

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  4. Give in to fate, you’ll get hit but pick yourself up again. chance and learn nothing is final as Voltaire said ‘ all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds’, the final verse and denouement excel in a poem I would liken to the transmutation of base words into gold, pure Alchemy.

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