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 ...

[R E Tree]

This sounds really magical and you write from your heart. The imagery is stunning and gets you dreaming for hours of stars in the night. I use to love looking up at the stars to see if I could see a picture being formed by the stars

[Charles]

Another poem well done. This one has a lot more imagery than the other one I read... that's good. A constant theme is here again and woven nicely through the poem. The last 8 lines are very good, indeed. A nice way to end a poem of this nature. I think there is a discrepancy in lines 6-8... you are talking about 'each light' (singular) and say they are like 'bulbs' (plural). This poem is heavy on punctuation and you are generally consistent with it, but there are a couple of places where the punctuation mark and capitalization following it do not correspond. To match perfectly: the should be capital T in line 9, line 18 needs a comma not a period, and in line 27 the 'as' should be capitalized. Picky, picky (I know), but that's part of a review too, in addition to saying what a good poem this is. :-)

[zombiikillah666]

this is pretty. (:
*goes an catches lightning bugs in jar*
awwwh. fun!!!!
*listens to owl city*
i like your poem, cute and nicely written. (:

[Ruth]

This is so nostalgic
I adore the imagery and the scanning friend
Wonderful poem!
xx

[James Watts]

I remember catching fireflies as a kid and putting them in jar(the lid had holes, we didn't suffocate them). We wouldn't keep them long before setting them free. Those were the days. No worries.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

Wow, this is a terrific and visual poem. Some of the smallest creatures on earth have the most amazing impact!

[Jenna]

Well what can I say? I have come to expect greatness from one of my bestest friends. Do I dare say this is one of my favorites? Either way, intense imagery= hooked me, as usual. ;)

[Harley Ann]

I'm almost in tears. This was a crystal-clear image of innocent nights during an unforgettable childhood. Each star in the field is just another remainder of carefree summers...each star "makes the day you lived worth living..."

[Alicante lullaby]

beatiful.During my childhood we'd try to catch fireflies in fields...

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Stars..fireflies they are beautiful .. your poem is wonderful .. a tribute to both ..

Chloe