Raw Bliss

I think we all have thought this a time or two...especially when everything goes wrong...I wish I was back here sometimes, in what we think is a permanent reality.

 

 Children play in ignorant delight

 

  Shielded from life's course hands

 

  The sun a familliar sweet home

 

  The backyard a magical grove

 

  Stories gently whisper their wonder

 

  Woven into swaying grass blades

 

  Peeking from around majestic oaks

 

  Flitting on the arms of the mossy breeze

 

 

 

 

    Children doze in feathered beds

 

  Underneath the willow's draping canopy

 

  Graceful and solid

 

  Providing a globe of protection

 

  Mixing ruby fantasies and colbalt dreams

 

  Relishing in the ambiance of false freedom

 

  Stealing fragile moments of placidity

 

 Invincible forever

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What a sweet and wonderfully created poem. It really is very special..

I think most people, at some time, wish they could be back in those gentle, fun days of childhood. Maybe we SHOULD go back now and again, just to remember when our hearts were light and everything was excitingly new and lovely!

'Mixing ruby fantasies and colbalt dreams' - marvellous line!

Thank you for sharing such a wonderful creation. x

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

This reminds me that sometimes we have to be like children allowing ourselves .. to be a bit ignorant of all the harsh things.. and also makes me think of how much joy we overlook as we get older..

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is a fantastic gem of a poem about chilhood innocence and the freedom and beauty of it. Excellent in form and content, just wonderful!

[An owl on the moon]

Your words awakened those thoughts of childhood... of peaceful pleasures and little to fear but a scraped knee... so beautifully done, flowing into a serene pool that lets the heart rest just a moment from the stress of the real world. Wonderful write!