Still another poem about writing, but without any technical advice.
No how to- piece. Instead, some sounds, some images painted with words.
Add a bit of a twist with "fireflies ... looking for someone with a jar," and there you have it.
Many of my poems are "little thoughts" ... whether they blink on and off is another matter ... but they are ordinary little topics, depending a great deal on what the reader brings to them for completion.
Also, I keep saying that poems are meant to be shared ... so much depends on "someone who/ will catch them, enjoy/ them, let them fly again."
And there are so many out there worthy of being caught ... enjoyed ... shared.
The poem:
BRITTLE POEMS
My poems are written
on brittle paper, little
thoughts that blink
on and off like fireflies
scouring summer nights
looking for someone
with a jar, a quick
hand, someone who
will catch them, enjoy
them, let them fly again.© 2001
(originally published in Capper's)
Today's word: brittle
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