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a hope from the ashes (fireflies)
by Andrew S Adamsa backlit firefly will
illuminate the darkest of
the tiniest of hopes.
i have never professed
to be prophetic;
but i am often trailed
by these illuminations.
what is their fascination?
do i attract the rays of light
from out under the subterrain?
how can this hope follow me
yet i find none my own?
as i creep through a boardwalk
of black leather, black makeup
black eyes and bruised egos,
and those with a black eye of a soul
i am shockingly irridescent;
yet oblivious to my own light.
fireflies flock to me;
as the frustration in my own
tired, saddened longing
is numbing itself away.
one day, these hopes will shine
far too brilliant; and i
will be blind
moments before i am set ablaze;
i will see the light once
and then, i'll quickly
fade into the night;
as one of the trees
from forth which
a new firefly will be born
and then, hence
spring from my gripping arms;
a new hope erected from my ashes. 05/14/2003 Posted on 05/15/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 05/15/03 at 03:14 AM Hi Andrew,
I just read your poem, it's good, very unusal, kinda emotional too. The fireflies, used to catch them, watch them. As a child, I'ld run & try to catch them. How they light up, is amazing. I call them lighting bugs, because of the ways their lights goes on & off. Their a friendly bug too. Peace & Joy, Jean. |
| Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 05/15/03 at 04:06 AM Sad and hopeful. It's an illuminating poem. And fireflies, one of the few creatures that gets to shine in the dark. How I envy them... |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/18/03 at 02:42 AM The ray of hopes is the carrier of vibrations with a charge positive. And well, one can not be born again unless one dies. You said this in such a emotionally worded poem. |
| Posted by Bob Arcania on 06/06/03 at 06:14 AM mmm... this is beautiful. |
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