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:
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.
Fleeting fistfuls of light...such a strong summer childhood memory of my own.
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.
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
Ahhhh...memories...thanks Bro'
I'm so jealous of the firefly photo! I've been trying to shoot them since last year. Love the poem too. How fun!
delicious man...i spent many a nigh chasing fire flies up on our hill....
Beautiful said...
I retweeted this earlier but didn't leave a comment. Great images.
Wonderfully written and brought back memories of summer nights as a child. Thank you, Glynn
As for many one, your poem, for me also reminds the sweet childhood, thanks for blew me back in the days. Excellent written.
So much more there than just the memories it brings back ...
oh, you took me right back to childhood summers, and you ended with
"illuminating hope."
love that.
i REALLY LIKE that photo!!!!
and the poem too!
Love it!
"their pilgrimage
lasted a lifetime
or but a moment" perhaps this is true of all of us? Just this moment.
Freedom and hope are such universal truths. If only everyone was as wise with their jars.
"flashing in trees,
hovering above
flowers in dusk,
illuminating hope."
I'm dancing in the night air along with you... loved the ending.
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.
Beautiful. Univeral truths that cannot be held by a mason jar.
Terrific piece, Glynn.
Favorite poem to date.
This one goes in that book you're writing.
Your last line nails the poem for me. Nicely done... only wish I lived in a place where we had such things.
Violet
smiled like a kid the moment I completed your sweet small poem..keep writing :)
One of your best Glynn. "sometimes hands", I just adored it. Took me right there on the chase with you.
Oh what a beautiful photograph, and poetry to match :) Thank you for sharing!
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Your simple words and images capture the delicacy and wonder of the fireflies and the metaphor you make of them. Thank you.
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