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Bliss
Bliss
is a pair of dry socks
when you're wet
and tired
and cold;
when you shake and you shiver,
the street is a river,
and bad weather
is getting
old.
Bliss
is a pair of warm socks
that you didn't
know that
you had.
That you find by a chance
like a whirlwind romance
and the day
doesn't seem
so bad.
Bliss
is a pair of dry socks
that you slide
with a sigh
on your feet.
And it's finally stopped raining,
the sunshine is gaining;
now you've strength
to leave
your seat.
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| I tried my hardest not to follow the rest and comment on this piece, but it's just so good. The first stanza is extremely well done due to the fact it contains rhymes within rhymes and the images created are really nice. Funny how such a simple thing can make us humans so happy. Thanks for the â??blissâ?? read; it certainly lived up to the much expecting title ;) |
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Comment by: tcbswan - 2006-10-08 02:22
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| very nice poem! love the repetition of the 'dry socks' an effective connecting line through out the poem. nice title too... |
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| Tnis is cool. Its a neat approach to things, and the subtle rhyme is nice but you can see it, and its positioned in a way that doesn't feel forced. |
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| Me likey. And yeah, warm socks are nice. Actually, I don't think there are very many things that I HATE more than wet socks. You know, like when you step in a puddle. I agree with the others, this comforting, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy... like socks. |
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Comment by: Synapse - 2006-09-24 09:45
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This is great! I agree with rosysophia, it is very comforting and mixed with good humour too.
From this moment on, every time i run through a puddle i shall think of this poem! |
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