When The Fireflies Aren't Around

Author: Snow9 Elite Ratio:    3 - 38 /21 /17 Words: 101

Class/Type: Poetry /Longing Total Views: 1722 Average Vote:    No vote yet. Bytes: 701

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When The Fireflies Aren't Around

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The placid evening emits from unwonted quarters around the street lamps that- yellow, white, red- serve as windows to a prehistoric glow. The eaten up progress of the year has brought to these oasis of brightness insects that dance as if to be last-moment will-o-wisps. Wait, a mosquito has made its way inside the train. I bend forward to reach out And... I miss it. But now, the train, from whose window I been watching those insects and torches, has made its way into the station. Time to get down. Creatures of mouse-holes to reinforce the reign of lamps.

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There's a sense of closeness to some natural mystery in your poems. Your use of light and nature to explore the inner life that entangles with the outer is a bit distancing but at the same time calls the reader closer. It's a great mix. I really like the little details in this one, the last couple of lines especially.

| Posted on 2013-05-06 00:00:00 | by emwren | [ Reply to This ]

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