My heart beats in time
to the rhythms of your scent,
and bliss fills my soul.
Guitar man, kiss me, strum me,
and make me miss you.
About this Story
I wrote this verse in response to the prompt word “bliss”. This image inspired me. When I visit Pixabay, I often take time to do random searches as I find many amazing and beautiful images. When this guitar man greeted my eyes, the words formed on my computer screen. I saw his utter bliss for his guitar, for the sheer bliss of making the music he enjoys.
© Copyright 2019—Present, Jenise Cook, All Rights Reserved Worldwide.
Republished: 12 January 2021, Spillwords Press
Previously Published: 15 January 2019, House of Haiku (on Medium.com)
Image Credit: Seldon62 on Pixabay.com
Note: I’m currently posting on my Substack publication previous works that a few of you may have already read on other publications. I want to get them on Substack, first, to archive them. I am drafting new works, which you’ll see later this year. 😊
Your Turn
Have you ever felt bliss when playing, or listening to, your favorite music? Share your thoughts in the Comments.
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Playing or listening to music is bliss to me. Every day. 🤓