Contentment

Reflecting on a quiet moment near a fire at my friend's house.

Contentment-

Sweeping in a

Simple, soft and

Fleeting moment;

Draping one's heart

In an heirloom blanket

Crafted from the

Crooning, kind and

Gentle roar of the fire.

 

Amidst the chaos

Cherubs sleep.

While poets rise

And earn their keep,

And demons fear the passing time

Whiled away with

Whimsy and rhyme.

 

Contentment-

Scribbled in a

Silent, sweet and

Fancied reverie.

Author's Note

This is just a horribly written reflection of mine. I know the middle part is awkward, but in a way, I think it works. It's like two poems in one. The parts about contentment being the poem that is penned by the poet that is mentioned in the middle part. Yep.

Reviews

[Alice Oiseau]

Funny you should say the middle part being awkward. That was my favorite stanza. I guess I like awkward then, haha.
Well, I didn't think it was awkward. In fact, I thought it was the strongest stanza. The first three lines are creative, beautiful, and carry this sense of peace with the mention of the cherubs sleeping, almost taking me away, drifting with them. Then I love when you say 'while poets rise'. In my opinion, your poem crecendoed there. I saw a flame burst, encompassing the poets with their quill pens resting behind an ear or held in a hand, ready to write fire with fire.
Excellent images illustrated!
I'm more than content with this poem. I'm loving it.
Cheers.

[Bran the Broken]

Pretty random and whimsical in and of itself. Great images. I love the use of 'crooning' to describe the roaring fire.

[Katherine Wyatt]

"Amidst the chaos
Cherubs sleep.
While poets rise
And earn their keep,"

I love these lines.. I love the whole poem..Delicious imagery!