Fire-lit we see
the bliss that lay beneath the sea
for harmony is a shifter thing
a hope no mortal hands can bring—
that we, coddled in the blanket bliss
can only paddle glimpses soon to miss;
we lack the fins, the constitution
to see the ease be shunned.
Fireplace. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
thankful you got a peaceful moment at the fireplace…those flames often reach deep into the soul..
harmony can def be shifty…here today and gone tomorrow…so we should nejoy these brief respites…perhaps by the light of the fire…
You’ve created the same kind of hynotic effect that staring at a fire can induce. Nice rhyming.
This is intriguing n mesmerizing w a great
Pic!
Very well expressed even in so simple words…
hugs xoxo
Discontent and friction seem to be our norm, don’t they. Ever seeking peace may be our saving grace. The cadence you created serves the words, the message.
Sometimes with a fire going I just sit and stare into it. And it’s almost like a trance, or something. My mind doesn’t think at all. It’s like my body is touching base with mother earth or something. A conversation might be happening there, but I wouldn’t know it. It’s not my conscious self having the conversation, but another part of me, the living, breathing, physical part. If I should eavesdrop on that conversation, – that forbidden, taboo toss of words between body and earth then I think it would be quite like your poem….. I think it’s hard to draw that part out of ourselves and delineate it, but you did it so well here…… Nicely penned Chris..