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Fireflies
by Glenn CurrierAh! the fireflies are back.
Thought they were threatened
but here they are
flitting, flirting, stirring
me to lighten up.
I can't help myself
a smile creeps
across the stygian swamp
of my brief exile from joy.
The early summer breeze
whispers across the back yard
catching a corner
of my self pity
fluttering the folds of my soul.
The fireflies are back
lighting me up. 06/11/2010 Posted on 06/12/2010
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 06/12/10 at 07:03 PM I used to take my dog for walks up to this little lake (More of a reservoir, I guess) back when I lived in Pennsylvania. Near it was this tiny cliffside, probably about 20 feet high, where you could look down across this big field, on the far side of which was another such cliff. If you went up there at night in the summer, it got totally filled up with fireflies, and it was like a river of gold. Thanks for bringing that memory back. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/12/10 at 10:41 PM ...i get bit every time i go to a stygian swamp...bit but i like the fireflys...btw, what's a stygian swamp-the dictionary is feet away and i can't reach it. but i do love this [not] stygian pome. |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/12/10 at 10:44 PM It is wonderful how an aspect of nature can lift us, "light us up" - lovely poem. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/13/10 at 02:05 AM Unlike the firefly which gives off very brief light, your poem lights up the page. I can't see you indulging in much selfpity. *smile* |
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