Around here, they’re called “fireflies.” Where I come from, they are embers of stars fallen from wishes ignited many moons ago Flickering, frolicking, free lightening your load brightening your heart Is it fair to put that love in a jar with only pinpricks for oxygen, depriving of sustenance the flame you claim to exalt?
Where I come from,
they are embers of stars
fallen from wishes
ignited many moons ago.....I love this ❣ powerful ending too. Yessss!
Thank you so much, Maryellen!!
Such a powerful transition and thoughtful ending. 💛💛💛
Thank you!!
A moving piece, an ember that slowly turns into a flame of meaning :)
A poem that makes you smile and then saddens. Very moving.
Thank you for reading!
I agree, Boo! They should be free to shine. Lovely post. <3
Beautiful
Thank you
such a pretty poem!
Lightning bugs! Lovely piece Boo.
Lovely, Boo