Lit
Lit
When I look at the flash of fireflies
over the tall-grassed field,
I feel, after all, that you must not
have disappeared.
I hear in their silent light
your not-stillness; eyes ache
at the unmade sounds
even as hurt
is run aground, all small
beneath the untilled sky, but
bright,
bright,
bright–
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I am posting this rather belatedly for Poets United’s prompt on resilience. Photo is mine–a bit early in the evening for fireflies, which are so hard to capture on film in any case.
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ManicDDaily 
June 25, 2016 at 10:19 am
This touches my heart, the fireflies “over the tall-grassed field” meaning the loved one must not have disappeared…..and then “all small beneath the untilled sky but bright bright be right….” Just so lovely. The absence of a loved one is such a constant ache….this poem eases it somewhat, for the bereaved.
June 25, 2016 at 10:22 am
Thanks so much, Sherry. k.
June 25, 2016 at 10:44 am
Lovely!! Beautiful symbolism and imagery. ❤ MW
June 25, 2016 at 2:20 pm
Enjoyed the poem and photo very much. Thanks.
Greetings from London.
June 25, 2016 at 3:32 pm
This is lovely!!
June 25, 2016 at 6:42 pm
There is such a beautiful ache to this!
June 26, 2016 at 6:32 am
Lovely, still and lush poem with a wash of both yearning and peace. And a wonderful photo as well, that blue so deep it is almost purple always seems mysterious and full of the hidden things.
June 26, 2016 at 6:42 am
Thanks so much. k.