a little firefly pealed away
blankets of darkness,
piercing solitude--
with the brilliance of light,
as creativity burst through--
with joyful exuberance;
and images were drawn--
upon the wings of pastel syllables,
that fluttered between wiles
and wisdom--
as they swept the skies with
poetic adoration;
poets grasped those fleeting illusions,
fearing the suspended darkness--
of their own literary abyss,
and imagination remained captured
waiting for that same little firefly
of thought--
to wondrously dawn,
illuminated with the electricity
of life's emotion...
A contest entry
- Fireflies In The Garden...pif by kaibab.
900 points, ended May 14, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Such story races light to dance,
enhancing dream to feather morning,
so we might smile, in love's fresh glance,
close to sunshine's breathless warming...
thanks so much for this wondeful entry
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Oh, gosh, I just love this. I love the way you made the firefly synonomous with poetic creativity. Your imagery is immaculate throughout and I think all poets will be able to readily identify with the struggle and emotions contained here.
So beautifully done.
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