Chilled

Fires in snap bound to echo red brick church. Brass bell sits in wait of it's mono tone in flow. Air throws wash of sun horizon coloured trees. Ends filled midst boiled sap on tetered embered growth. Grey skin explodes to steal flight into air. Embers to charcoal three more logs one more chair.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
Some time alone sittin at the fire. Very cool, oh apparently too close too lol. Cheers all.

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Comments (14)

caroljoyce
Very good write indeed, in my opinion.
jazzy75
Sounds like an enlightening experience Bentlee!! Glad you had an extra chair handy :) handshake
Ladybee42
mmm how romantic..grin watching a chair leg burn together..
laugh nice words bentlee..
thumbs up bouquet bouquet
luvuluvme2
hi Bentlee, "three more logs one more chair", indeed very romantic...thank you. deep as always angel tip hat beer
Redex
My kinda evening the depth I will leave to others.teddybear
andrew149
Ah, dear friend, it didn't take long to get back into it, well written.....thankyou......Andrew.
amahlala
Good read Bentlee...bouquet
Bentlee
Ty Cj for your comment, glad you enjoyed the full length of the write lol :)
Bentlee
Lol Jazzy yeah my legs an feet loved the support :) ty for your comment.
Bentlee
Lol Lady, guess ya had to be there :) ty for reading an commenting:)
Bentlee
Lol Luvu the chair again eh, the star of the short poem :) lol ty for your comment:)
Bentlee
Ah ty Red, yeah it was what it was, a nice relax with my feet up finally:)
Bentlee
Hi Andrew, glad you liked an ty for always supporting my write's in the way you do:)
Bentlee
Thanks Ama glad you enjoyed:)
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