Joie de Vivre (Caressing our Joy)

I am not able to capture or, at least,

understand eternity, that people say

it is the congruence and consentaneity

of all human thoughts and all feelings

squeezed in a lap of time.

So a time never clashes near me

and never have I heard its sound.

I am contented with single moments,

indeed rare and randomly created,

bringing to me and my lovelies all joy,

any of such eternities could ever know,

quite human and ground-floor they are,

candid, tender-hearted and deity averse.

Published in the April 2015 issue of The Gambler.

Published in The Basil O’Flaherty, July 2016 issue

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