Stars in the field

They swarm the midnight grass
and light up
even the darkest field on earth.
Hard to catch, that may be,
but beautiful to look at as they seem.
Each light,
individually,
jumps out as little bulbs of light,
The little light of hope.
The light that,
while lighting up that large field,
lights up your whole night,
and makes the day you lived
worth living.
So beautiful just to stare
in complete awe,
wonder,
happiness.
like a flame in the night.
No, that's not right.
Like a candle in the dark.
No, hardly that.
What can they be,
these magical creatures of the field.
I watch their lights shine so brightly
but it's over in a blink of an eye
As their light
finally burns out.
But no need to worry,
because many others
join in to help light the field.
And just as you'd hoped
that firefly,
that star
comes back
and lights up again,
just like a star in the sky.
Like stars in the field.

Reviews

[...]

Each light,
individually,
jumps out as little bulbs of light,
The little light of hope.
The light that,
while lighting up that large field,
lights up your whole night,
and makes the day you lived
worth living.
So beautiful just to stare
in complete awe,
wonder,
happiness.
like a flame in the night.

... gosh ... that's just stunning poetry ... how amazingly beautifully written with such simplicity and magic ... you're not a poet ... you're a magician ... :) ... i spent my childhood in a place that had tea gardens ... and i cannot begin to tell you how beautiful those tea gardens looked under a starry blanket of fire flies ... you reminded me of my most enchanting and enthralling memories ever ... spectacular verse ... and a big, big thank you to Victoria for sharing this with me ... thank you so much ... :) ... 100/100 ...

[BlackStar]

I admit that I clicked to read this only because of the word Stars...but I just liked it so much that I was left speechless by the end of it! I agree with serah, you are not just a poet but also a magician who creates this wonderful imagery (and poetry). There is so much passion and inspiration flowing through each word and verse that I have no idea how you can improve this because I like it the way it is; format and all. Fireflies are curious creatures and a cute song...but this poem is much more than that haha!

[Alexis]

I usually don't read poetry very often, but this great and beautifully written, well done

[Anna Kay]

this is very cute! :D i love the idea like its a fanitsy like it could never be real...

[Ross Saunders]

a lot of good use of language in this. You did well with the form and general imagery of the poem.

[?]

This is beautiful Sam, I have never thought of the fireflys in that way of stars in the field,
wow like this one alot

[MiidniightSoul]

This one is stunning. Such a beautiful poem. Very nicely written. Each line is full of passion and emotion...also very moving and heartwarming. Your imagination seems to be limitless, alone " Stars in the field" sounds so magic. Excellent poem. You're a very talented writer.

[Sarah McConnaughey]

This is really beautiful. I liked it very much. :)

[Tina Kline]

Your words are beautiful here as you try to describe the fireflies. I have never seen fireflies and your words do make them seem so magical. So like stars over a field, breathing taking!!!

[Samuel Dickens]

Fireflies are a marvel of nature and fill our summer evenings with wonderment. You describe the experience very well, Sam.

[Livana Lowell]

Inspiration is behind each line and creates a world that the piece allows the mind to escape to as if even the mind closes its eyes to visualize. The only thing, is that when you have that repetion, the emphasizing of the word "light", slow it down more, break it apart.

Lines two and three would be better if it were together or perhaps I didn't understand why it was broken apart. Maybe to emphasize upon the dark fields? I don't know. Feel free to explain.

In light eight, you didn't really need "bulbs of light" just "bulbs" because the reader would probably understand that when refering to "bulbs" they're often lit, bright, and spreading light.

In lines 9-12 had the word "light" a lot. Maybe that's just me not understanding, but shouldn't some of that be broken up so that the word "light" doesn't topple or collapse over each other.

Otherwise, the poem is mystifying and generates a beautiful picture in my head. Wonderful piece, I thank you dearly for sharing.