We sit around the fire

Each of us watches the coals.

Occasionally talking to another,

 voices kept low.

Hesitant glances shared.

Wanting to converse,

 but afraid.

Who wants to hear my words?

Why should I share?

Meanwhile,

 the fire burns.

The fire burns.

It is lit by our creativity.

Burning with our attempts.

Ideas or ideals,

 it really doesn't matter.

Let the fire burn.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You create a nice place. I liked the quiet nights with a fire burning and friend sitting near. Thank you Jon for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Jon Roggie]

Easiest place to tell a story. Words slowly fade, matching the coals.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes you are right my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes the poems are unwritten and unsaid, yet they are still felt...poets feel what others want to express, even when they don't express...

[Jon Roggie]

This is why we sit by the fire!