Fire, earth, air and water

sorenbarrett

One of earth one of air, one lives dreams the other in poverty's care
Begun at birth both bare, sun gives beams, a mother's despair
Ever flowing river, not to be held, dancing flames burning delight
In blood deliver from belly swelled, romancing games, a yearning in white
Mother of fire, father of earth, destiny determined from their birth
Air ageless gold no rust does hold, a skirt of dirt comfortable in dearth

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  • orchidee

    Good write SB.

  • orchidee

    'Skirt of dirt' is surely metaphorical, but it's what I'm literally gonna do to KP. I'm not gonna do her washing for a year! lol.

    • sorenbarrett

      Orchi you're too much, I don't know what I'm gonna do with you

      • orchidee

        Lol.

      • Friendship

        Your poem explores the interconnectedness of the four classical elements—fire, earth, air, and water—and reflects on the duality of human existence, contrasting dreams and poverty, life and death, and the roles of parents in shaping destiny.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you friendship for the read and kind words of interpretation they are highly valued my friend

        • Poetic Licence

          The questioning of destiny and do our parents help shaped it, probably whether that be good or bad, but if there no parent's, is it just destiny anyway, enjoyed my Sunday read

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you Tobani for your read and interpretation. Indeed we are but our elements of biological creation and our learning one as heavy and tangible as earth and the other as ethereal as air from these we derive our fluidity and coolness of water and our passion of fire.

            • Poetic Licence

              Thank you, being me I am even more confused than I was to start with, but that's me. Have a great week, see you next weekend

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              Elemental! Love it! Soren, this breathes like an ancient incantation — fire and soil, dream and hunger intertwined. You captured the sacred metaphor between birth and becoming perfectly. Excellent and a must fave for me, my friend (which is, admittedly, pretty much all of yours. What can I say, I'm a fan! 🤣) 🌹🖤🙏🕯️

              • sorenbarrett

                Tristan you are too kind my friend. Bits and pieces fall from the mind and some take root. Of those some wither and die other are overtaken by weeds but some survive. It is most appreciated

              • Neville


                This would appear to have pretty much got the lot, it sure covers all the bases .. it ticks all the write boxes 😎⭐👍👍

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thanks so much Nevill so appreciate your read my friend and hope you are doing well

                • Goldfinch60

                  We are born into that life soren and must always do the best we can.

                  Andy

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thank you Andy for your review. Yes I believe we all do the best we can with what we have to work with.

                  • Lorenz

                    I hope to remain ageless for eternity ! Happy gemini cricket !

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Ah one of the lost boys then. Peter Pan but pan in Portuguese means bread and it gets stale quickly. Thanks for the read and comment my friend

                      • Lorenz

                        Don't worry things can pan out !

                      • Autumn Gilton

                        this is really good I like it

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thank you very much for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated

                        • William Hromada

                          Very nice use of all the elements in nature!

                          • sorenbarrett

                            Thank you so much William for your read and understanding it is most valued



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