by Richard Vince

Last night, I was a mayfly:
Suddenly awake, suddenly filled
With urgency and confidence.

As the daylight faded, I lit up
With a light that is seldom
Seen shining from me. Now,
The western sky is beginning to
Blush, and all my light is
Shining infuriatingly inward.

As the mayflies dance tonight,
Perhaps I should dance again.
I know that I can, and that
I would enjoy it, and yet
Here I sit, alone, feeling
As though I died with
Last night’s mayflies.


Posted on 05/25/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 05/25/09 at 10:11 PM

I love the title to this. Please dance with the Mayflies again.

Posted by Jo Halliday on 05/26/09 at 01:54 AM

What inertia is this stops me from dancing when I can and even want to, what attracts me more to the last night's dead mayflies? The last stanza is written particularly well my only concern here being that was the second stanza even needed. But another good read, thanks

Posted by George Hoerner on 05/26/09 at 01:22 PM

Nice write Richard, but I believe barflys last longer than mayflys. So dance away with whom ever you wish, but just keep writing.

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