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.
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.
(originally published in Capper's)
Today's word: brittle