MYSTICAL POEMS: “Bliss” by May Sarton

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Bliss

 

In the middle of the night,
My bedroom washed in moonlight
And outside
The faint hush-husing
Of an ebbing tide,
I see Venus
Close to
The waning moon.
I hear the bubbling hoot
Of a playful owl.
Pierrot’s purrs
Ripple under my hand,
And all this is bathed
In the scent of roses
By my bed
Where there are always
Books and flowers.

In the middle of the night,
The bliss of being alive!

 

by May Sarton

 

 

9 Comments Add yours

  1. earthskyair says:

    This is just lovely. 🌷

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    1. Thank you so much dear friend! 🙂 ❤

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  2. Beauty in these lovely words, Amira and the pussy looks so cute and awesome.

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    1. Thank you so much dear Kamal! ❤

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  3. Anita Bowden says:

    I love the post, and this adorable photo of the kitty and rose, dear Amira!!! 🙂 ❤

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    1. Thank you so much dear Anita! I am so glad you enjoyed it! ❤ 🙂

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  4. LindaP says:

    This author has such a wonderful way of bringing everything to life! Have a great day Amira!

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    1. I agree, she really transports you to the imagery she presents so realistically! I really enjoy her poems too! Have a lovely Sunday! ❤

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