will o’ the wisps
glowing in rain
accelerate toward me
like headlights
or those tiny ufos
in close encounters
i will
become less
suddenly insubstantial
riding the back of
a firefly
chasing raindrops
i wish hummingbirds
glowed
in the dark
floating and leaving no trace
will o’ the wisps
glowing in rain
accelerate toward me
like headlights
or those tiny ufos
in close encounters
i will
become less
suddenly insubstantial
riding the back of
a firefly
chasing raindrops
i wish hummingbirds
glowed
in the dark
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There always seems to be a competition to sit in the shade when it’s sunny and to find light when it’s dark. We’re a restless race; full of contradictions and wants. Those are the things that dawned on me when I read your captivating words.
~PR
Dreamlike–with such wonderful line breaks:
i will/become less/suddenly insubstantial
i wish hummingbirds/glowed
Thank you so much. It was just one of those moments when you’re out walking the dog.
As recorded by a Poet. 🙂
Wow. That hit me just the right way. I know I write poetry but I don’t usually think of myself as a poet. Thanks!
Excellent. Has a William Sloan feel condensed into a poem. Beautiful.
Thank you. I’m not familiar with him, but I’m taking it as a compliment.