I once thought bliss a baseless myth.

I once thought bliss a baseless myth,
But Life then bloomed and flowered full.
I’d scoffed at hints of mirthful pith;
I once thought bliss a baseless myth.
Now Death no longer haunts with scythe;
His gravity has lost its pull.
I once thought bliss a baseless myth;
But Life then bloomed and flowered full.

3 Comments

      1. The triolet is my friend. When nothing else works, I can almost always get something satisfying out of this form (inside poet note: I completely swapped my A and B after finishing the first draft)

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