Firefly

If she could gather these seeds 
she scatters 
when tasting 
their power- 
bursts of red poppies 
that bleed 
limp fallen petals 
to the dirt 
black stems flailing 
with the mourning wind, 
If she could swim in the glow 
without 
bursting corona halos 

touch your sweet, sweet 
effervescence 
popping to fizzles... 

wouldn't she? 

Who cowers in the mist 
that can fly headlong to kiss the sun 

...even as it burns. 

and 
broken wings fan 
dark to light 

eyes close for 
lips to moisten fingertips 

and blow...

Reviews

[Shellie]

touch your sweet, sweet
effervescence
popping to fizzles...

excellent choice of words. I just love it all!!!

[Wildecat]

Superb writing, you have a way of painting a picture with your words. Well done.

[fireblossom]

As you know I love your writing. This proves me a wise man. You have this thing that real poets have...its a directness of few words that tell a complete story.

I think you are full of passion for things in your life. This passion is tangible in your poetry.

Keep it up. I think you should pursue being published! If you want help selecting some submissions let me know. :-)

[J.P. Bristow]

superb.....and I find myself at a loss for words...this has everything!...I find that I am satisfied beyond measure!

[Crimson Shadow]

This was spectacular - who cowers that could fly headlong - who? why would you?

I love how you paint the polination with poetic gentility and set our hearts ablaze imagining we too are in flight - yet, we also can only offer a moist breeze to never truly kiss - one such as this, so fleeting so frail so firey and oh so free.

[Ivory]

very creative and lovely piece.
I really enjoyed it : )

[S. P. Vaporis]

very beautiful kristina...very natural feeling and flow in this one! love it!