Fireflies

the existence of silence can be found in depth of–

the stars; dead sparkling light enchanting.

the life can be found throbbing in the bell jar;

light, pale golden silver, of moon is hazed blue (from here).

memories of past, bygone hoods changing shape

with times–sometimes fireflies,

sometimes shapeless abstract figures…

the bray of heart, I heard, as I pressed both–

my ear, to pillow, and, my eyes like a hare facing danger…

life outside the jar dead immobile; inside lost vagabond…



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39 responses to “Fireflies”

  1. More depth can be seen in your poems now…you are growing as a poet!

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    1. Really Di??? Then it is…

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  2. This blew me away it was like a dandelion clock…

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    1. If you don’t mind… what’s this dandelion clock?

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      1. It is a dandelion when it has seeded…you blow them and make a wish….

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      2. You blow until the seeds are gone, each puff is supposed to be an hour, one o clock two o clock…etc

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        1. Thank you for sharing this… dandelion clock…maybe one day will write on this…

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  3. “the life can be found throbbing in the bell jar” now that is full on surrealism of imagery stuck in my head. I love it. πŸ™‚

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  4. This is my favorite line: “the life can be found throbbing in the bell jar”

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    1. Thanks for sharing your thoughts…my pleasure…

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