Firefly

The summer firefly.

Think about the firefly

blinking on in mid July;

he offers up his mating cry

where many lightning bugs ally.

In the eve he sends his plea

bearing light through chemistry;

he softly stirs from tree to tree,

emitting glows for all to see.

Flier from approaching dawn

above his green expanse of lawn;

summertime will gently spawn

the firefly to carry on.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

A most delightful read, Richard!

[emipoemi]

....magical! absolutely magical! I don't quite understand the line "Flier from approaching dawn" (it seems by the rest of the stanza that the line was supposed to be "flier of" or "fleeing from"), but the poem is fantastic, and it was a very enjoyable read. Well done!

[MelissaAndres]

Sweet and simple. I enjoyed reading this!

[Insight "MH"]

A fine craftsmanship. The way you painted the life of a small creature and made it that big with exquisite detail, is something.

Thank you for sharing.

[samiha zubair]

Life will go on, where every tomorrow will become today. The ticking clock will receede moment into past

[Kieta!]

Holey moley! You're good! :D I love this so much. Fantastic job with this!!!!!! :)

[Terpsichore]

They live all too briefly. but they light up up the world in that short time, as we all should try and do.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

I loved this gentle little poem. Tells a story too.
Really well done.

[Briana O'Connor]

This is poetic bliss in all it's glory! I could see the story unfolding in the midst of my imagination. Your words spun a vivid tale of the firefly, a tale that one could never possibly dream without seeing words such as yours.

Think about the firefly
blinking on in mid July;
he offers up his mating cry
where many lightning bugs ally.
(This stanza right here really drew me in. I've never quite thought about a firefly, but you told me to so I did. :P The second line made me think of a perfect summer night with blinking lights dancing amongst the stars. The addition of the next two lines brought in information about the creature(whether it be true or not I have no idea), giving the reader a chance to understand why so many gather together at one time each night.)

In the eve he sends his plea
bearing light through chemistry;
he softly stirs from tree to tree,
emitting glows for all to see.
(In this stanza I picture the firefly as if he is a cartoon character, showing all his glory off to the night crowd, drawing in the attention of the female species. I picture him flickering his light in a flirtatious firework show, entrancing all that surround him.)

Flier from approaching dawn
above his green expanse of lawn;
summertime will gently spawn
the firefly to carry on.
(This stanza has a bit of sadness within it. It brings end to the exquisite dance he enjoys each night. He has to leave one home and carry on to the next, leaving his favorite lingerings behind.)

Thank you very much for sharing such a fun and grandeur piece and keep up the good work.