Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Lightning Bugs


I chased them
two-fisted
with open jars
and sometimes
hands, hoping
for glow on
demand, until I
understood that
their pilgrimage
lasted a lifetime
or but a moment,
flashing in trees,
hovering above
flowers in dusk,
illuminating hope.

This poem is submitted for One Shot Wednesday hosted by One Stop Poetry. To see more poems, please visit the site. The links will be live at 4 p.m. Central time today.

27 comments:

Anne Lang Bundy said...

It's been a while since you wrote something to make me cry, Glynn. I suddenly think of Karin "HisFirefly" in a completely different light ... and of myself too.

Ann Kroeker said...

Fleeting fistfuls of light...such a strong summer childhood memory of my own.

Maureen said...

I like the bit of internal rhyme ("hands" with "demand"), and your combination of the child's belief that we can command "glow on demand" with the adult understanding of "illuminating hope". "Two-fisted / with open jars" is a wonderful image. Lovely poem, Glynn.

HisFireFly said...

Thank you for thinking of me Anne! Glynn, how could I help but love this.. with a nickname like FireFly...

no one can capture me or hold me in their hand except for God Himself

JC Dude said...

Ahhhh...memories...thanks Bro'

Karen Kyle Ericson said...

I'm so jealous of the firefly photo! I've been trying to shoot them since last year. Love the poem too. How fun!

Brian Miller said...

delicious man...i spent many a nigh chasing fire flies up on our hill....

wolfsrosebud said...

Beautiful said...

Valerie said...

I retweeted this earlier but didn't leave a comment. Great images.

dustus said...

Wonderfully written and brought back memories of summer nights as a child. Thank you, Glynn

Kodjo Deynoo. said...

As for many one, your poem, for me also reminds the sweet childhood, thanks for blew me back in the days. Excellent written.

S. Etole said...

So much more there than just the memories it brings back ...

Leslie said...

oh, you took me right back to childhood summers, and you ended with

"illuminating hope."

love that.

nance marie said...

i REALLY LIKE that photo!!!!
and the poem too!

ayala said...

Love it!

LauraX said...

"their pilgrimage
lasted a lifetime
or but a moment" perhaps this is true of all of us? Just this moment.

Matt Coughlan said...

Freedom and hope are such universal truths. If only everyone was as wise with their jars.

wolfsrosebud said...

"flashing in trees,
hovering above
flowers in dusk,
illuminating hope."

I'm dancing in the night air along with you... loved the ending.

Joann said...

I love the images and memories your poem conjures up of past summer evenings and night's beautiful surprises. That touch of hope sums up it's loveliness.

Jerry said...

Beautiful. Univeral truths that cannot be held by a mason jar.

Kim Nelson said...

Terrific piece, Glynn.

Duane Scott said...

Favorite poem to date.

This one goes in that book you're writing.

violet said...

Your last line nails the poem for me. Nicely done... only wish I lived in a place where we had such things.

Violet

wanderer said...

smiled like a kid the moment I completed your sweet small poem..keep writing :)

Arron Palmer said...

One of your best Glynn. "sometimes hands", I just adored it. Took me right there on the chase with you.

Leo said...

Oh what a beautiful photograph, and poetry to match :) Thank you for sharing!

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Ann Grenier said...

Your simple words and images capture the delicacy and wonder of the fireflies and the metaphor you make of them. Thank you.