Bliss' home

A tropical breeze under palm trees, Chardonnay and caldo de camarones 

Eighty degrees, shorts to my knees, Calypso de canciones

Walking a sandbar with a maduro cigar in the moon light

Bare feet in the sand holding your hand, a lighthouse beams ahead bright

Waves lap the shore calling for more, star's kisses in the sky

A siren's call on an island small, a place for which to die

Reviews

[JessyJacob]

Hi,

I like your idea of bliss, in times of work and stress, i forgot to dream what is my blissful life, definitely a bliss your thoughts.

Jessy jacob.

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the read and kind words of review they are most appreciated Jessy

[Jeyanthi]

Wow... why the words found it's way and waving at and touching my feet..

[Soren]

Thanks for the read and comment it is most appreciated

[Jeyanthi]

and hold it carefully and shaped into the words i known to write 😇😅

[Chris Shaw]

Now this is definitely a man’s idea of bliss. Keep dreaming, though I do sense danger ahead. The lighthouse beams tell me so. Nicely composed Soren.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for the read and comment Yes being a man I can not picture the woman's idea of bliss but a full stomach on good food, a nice cigar, warm weather and a peaceful setting is about as perfect as it gets then add someone dear's company and I am ready to count it as heaven

[Chris Shaw]

I think a woman’s idea of heaven would be similar but maybe not with the cigar :))

[Soren]

Well I have known a couple that smoke them as well as a pipe

[Thomas W Case]

This has a bright, sensory sweep—salt air, warmth, motion—like desire dressed as paradise.
The grit is in the final turn: beneath the beauty, there’s that quiet edge where longing starts to blur into danger, and escape begins to feel like surrender.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Thomas my friend you have keenly seen the caveat in the piece a siren in all things be it food, smoke, setting or woman and love.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think of Prince..."I would die for you"--
together, blissfully, on an island of love.
What a way to go...I would be having a Pina Colada, I think.
this poem is a passageway into a very contented feeling.
j.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Jacob yes I am a margarita man myself but I don't mix it with my wine. I appreciate your read and comment my friend