“Somewhere in ancient times, people used to hang around the open fires, in the darkened rooms, rocking the night away, in a chair“ Gun Roswell
Rocking around the warm fire (old school style)
The old school home, with its old school decor and old school ways odd spending the evening, at home, quietly, together, the whole family seated in a circle, around the open, warming fire, the matriarch of the family, in her rocking chair, sharing all them stories from the distant past, just like it was, the tradition since way back, the oral history shared to all, as at some point, the very duty would fall, onto the children when all grown up and so the circle of life continued, in the olden days.
“The elements of nature, we all need love and sometimes fear too“ Gun Roswell
Fire, Stones and Water
The fire, burning so brightly, warming body and soul, but also good for cooking all kinds of meals. But, treat it with much respect, as burned you will get if too close to it you stick your finger. Just admire it from a far and you will be fine as it is quite the element from the divine.
The stones, much like sticks, might break your slender bones. But, you can also use them to build so many a structures, which will stand the testament of time. The architecture also, from the divine or then some of it, may illicit, a smile, as someone had just a made a simple pile.
The water, the oldest balm of them all, the place, where we were all born. It is the essence of our survival, the stuff we are mostly made off, but also, it looks good. The colour, the waves, sometimes even watery graves. But fear not, and dare, to take a dive into the calming cool blues, with a multitude of hues it keeps our imagination alive as much as ourselves too.
“What’s on TV today? Same old stuff or something more exiting, and I don’t want to see the news, they can be so depressing” Gun Roswell
Cozy fire on TV for the eve
Tried to watch, my favourite TV show, on the tube, alas, out of a fluke, there was nothing on, but a bunch of static accompanied by some white noise, as sung by a flaming voice. What to do? After all, I had prepared myself for an evening for a session of binge watching my favourite TV show, the same old one I had seen so many times before, and which I know almost by heart, still, nothing new or nothing too bold, just the way I like it. Alas, the TV still, did not agree with me, and did not get the signal needed from any of the techno boxes just around it, which were a plentiful to say the least, it seems, the gadgets and devises, in my home, grow and feed, like a beast! But, no matter what I tried, reboot, giving the ole’ boot, almost to the point of shoot, I did not have any luck, in starting that damned f..k of a thing, which would have made my heart sing. As all I wanted for this one silent moment, to enjoy, my shows, without torment.
So, the only thing left to do, part from the seller of this, wretched devise, to sue was to find some other clue, how to spend my well earned time of simple solace. Scratching my head, trying to figure out a better use of my time instead, and then, a thought occurred to me! Why not turn on the fireplace instead and watch the flames dance around! A tube is a tube to watch, even if it wasn’t my favourite sort. After all, this was a simple thing to do, just turn a knob and the fire, well, a mock fire, would ensure, a great past time, at least for a while, before maybe, I would get bored. Unless, I could incorporate, some other type of activity to it, say like reading a book, here in my comfy nook, which so much effort took, to set it up, for my special time to be spent, watching the shows on TV, for this eve. What to do next, now that, was the mystery, bordering a state of hysteria, but hey, using the old noggin, to figure it out, I knew I could, and for that, I am so proud!
Now then, I have finally, settled down for the evening, with a cozy fire, a book, something warm to drink and a few snacks, my teeth in to sink. Thus would start a new past time for me, as something comfy cozy did happen, alas not on TV. But, as long as there are stories to be seen or read, my hunger for different worlds, people and scenarios will be fed and watching that fire dance around, well, that is fun too! Who would have figured that would be the case? Well, now, I do! And totally, recommend it to you too. Oh, and the TV? Well, it is now finally fixed, as it turned out, a cable had been mixed, so as simple as that it was, well, I am still glad, that I had other stuff to watch, rather then the old shows, which I still love, but then again, can’t complain, about the time spent, watching the fire, every now and then, while reading my books, a new look, certainly, for me!
“Where there is a sparkle plenty, there must also be, a roaring fire, eventually” Gun Roswell
Red Flames
A sort of a sophisticated device Landed, on the top of the table so fine And then, without too much of an advice I started staring, in to those flames so stable, and oh so very alive The warmth of the dancing red life Got me thinking firstly, but eventually, I got comfortably tired And then, with a huge, content smile I fell into a slumber, all the while The fire kept on burning, but there was no dire Only comfort of the slightly roaring fire Letting me gently sleep and dream, of all things nice Until it was time to move along the isle
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Fire Photography /Poetry /Tales /Humour
Fire in the Sky for SL-Week
“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning”
Red Smokey Clouds
Clouds hanging low Red and thick The fiery glow Like a magical trick The sun is setting There is no betting No reading between the lines If it will rain or shine Tomorrow
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Fire Photography /Poetry /Tales /Humour
Fire in the Sky for SL-Week
“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning”
Fire in the Treeline
The smell of burning wood Filling the air of the neighbourhood Ignited by the burning sun Fires burning until done Nothing to be done And nowhere to run…
“Did anyone bring the marshmallows for the roasting then?”
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY A response to Sylvain’s challenge theme of Fire Photography /Poetry /Tales /Humour
Fire in the Sky for SL-Week
“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning”
The Sky is Falling
“The sky is falling upon us…” The peasant screamed As he ran towards the small village Horrified, like woken from a bad dream Panting heavily, before the sentence he could finish
“There will be no tomorrow” The village elder retorted As he looked into the horizon in sorrow But hoping for one more day to borrow
As the flaming rays of the sun Aptly, were the smoking gun Had painted the skies red Scaring the villagers under their beds
Sitting on the porch Lit by a flaming torch Was a little girl with courage And eating her porridge Looking up at the sky As an evil smile her face passed by
“Oh, you foolish elders Looking for a coward’s shelter It’s not the end of the world as we know it But a nature’s game of wit No need to go all bananas, Just relax and try enjoying The beautiful painting On the sky’s canvas”
“A cloudless plain blue sky is like a flowerless garden” Terri Guillemet
Fire in the Sky
When the clock struck seven High up in the heavens The white, blue and yellow Happily mixed together Looking up at the skies The vision burning my eyes Painted in the colour red Like the Almighty had bled The horizon in full flame Watching the complete frame The sky was on fire
Rantings Of A Third Kind 