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Revisiting The Fireflies

"Fireflies?" you asked
"Firelies!" I replied
then meanings overflow
these few words spoken
and we know
each night
is a brand new story -
their light
our love
and everything in between.

Thought I still haven't seen
how the pieces really fit -
with my mouth full
you still bring out my laughter.
And isn't there a rule,
don't drive and hold hands?
But you always do.

Can you make me understand
how the miles get lost
and the hours roll by
when you and I
fly
away like this?

How did we even
end up here
illuminated by fireflies
under these seemingly million shooting stars
flying and diving
up above colliding?
Together we witnessed
their dance of love.
Or
was it ours
they were watching?
Finally seeing
how easily we mirrored
their light.

But tonight

so suddenly they are dimming
like a reflection of what they see -
the fire in me
fading

somewhere beneath
the cloudy skies of rain
or was it just
my heavy heart of tears

I fear they know
I can not glow
without you.

I always did
even in daytime.




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still in the same emotional chaos. please bear with me.

pouring my heart out, does it convey at all? [Reward: double points]

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  • Windhover gold member
    May 15

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    Wow!

    Hey Little One - this is excellent! If I didn't know better I'd say you actually listened to some of the stuff we used to argue about- stubbornthoughts!
    It moves right along. I like how and where you've put the line breaks but most of all I like how subtle the rhymes are, Hopkinesque internals, and, even better, the lovely poetic ping-pong you play with the fireflies watching/being watched as you/they glow and then ... fade. Awwwww. Really, really good. One of your best. And you say it was difficult to write? You're 'in touch' with your muse, little One!
    Of course I wouldn't be me if I didn't meddle and I have one tiny edit to suggest. In this stanza there is a crescendo of rhyme building to a poetic point. Humour me and move one word , thus ....


    Can you make me understand
    how the miles get lost
    and the hours roll by
    when you and I
    fly
    away like this?

    Lovely to see you back, Strayingthoughts! Hugs >W<

    . Rewarded 8


    • scribbledthoughts
      May 16
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      hey you are late! but ok, you win....

      thanks for this and more. this poem is pretty special to me and you just made it a lot more precious. you do know my page won't be complete without the bird hovering up there. really glad you liked this.Thanks.
      hugs, lynne


  • leigh heart
    May 15

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    the title hooked me.

    i have always loved fireflies since i was small, and i used to catch a few and place them in a glass so i can see them glow...when morning comes, when their glow is no more, i release them into the skies...

    so, when i saw your title, i just had to read your poem and i'm mighty glad i did...your poem is very touching, it brought a tear to my eye...you might say i'm corny, but i'm really just an emotional soul, who cries at small things that touch the heart...this poem of yours is very soulful and beautiful...and while i am sorry that you had to go through such a hard time, i can really appreciate your thoughts and emotions that you poured into this poem.

    thanks for sharing.

    . Rewarded 8


  • leigh heart
    May 15
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    very touching.


  • iphios silver member
    March 19

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    Its been a while lynne since i last read a poem of your. Its true, i do remember a similar theme in your other poems, nonetheless you have retained the soft nostalgia that is uniquely yours.
    Yes, you convey a heart that glows no more. I like the idea that its the fireflies watching you...and interesting perspective that is. And like fireflies, your glow has its end...
    And if im not mistaken, when a firefly loses its glow, it nears death...im not sure. But if that is so, then your analogy to the firefly is grave. I liked how the pieces fit, and how the emotional chaos is blended with memories. Yes, i think memories are both gifts and curses.

    -iphios


    • scribbledthoughts
      March 20
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      hi iphios

      thanks for reviewing this poem. It was probably one of the most difficult poems I had to write, because I had to deal with some "ghosts" of my life,plus, my emotional chaos was too evident, that I did not know how to end it. One day, I was happy and tried to write some parts of it, then other days I was sad, then the mood changes so suddenly.

      In one way, these are really about fireflies. I had this wonderful opportunity to get up close to them, even touch them. But, I just cant help relating it to happenings in my life lately. Hence, this poem.

      Thanks again. I'm glad to hear from you.

      Lynne

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