Poetry: Bliss



the details are more perfect
than the whole.

And so you dwell on the details
and let them swallow you
in bliss.

About this poem

Few things are perfect. Few lives are perfect. Sometimes though, moments and bits are.

And those moments and bits are worth remembering, clinging to, and celebrating.

The painting is a detail of one of mine. The painting itself is not one of my favorites, but I love this detail.


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