Count The Fireflies

Come along and sit beside me
On this old porch swing,
The sun has set
And the denim sky fades to gray,
Hear the cricket's call
And nature snuggling into slumber,
Shall we count the fireflies?
For each one share a memory,
Or perhaps a secret fantasy,
Be it of the past or the future
Tonight we cast down our guard,
Or perhaps if that is too much
We can just sit and
Count the Fireflies

2 comments:

Joanne Olivieri August 13, 2009 at 5:05 PM  

I love this poem. So simply yet eloquently stated with a great style. Well done.

Holly Elizabeth-Jean August 13, 2009 at 5:37 PM  

Thank you very much. It was actually inspired as I drove across town to drop off some library books and there were oodles of fireflies all over the place. Thankfully none smushed against my windshield.

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About this blog...

All poems posted here are written by myself, and I hope the ownership of my work will be respected.

I am 25 years old, and have been writing since I was 8. All poetry is dedicated to the teacher, Miss Charlotte, who first introduced me to this genre of writing.

Challenges

I use several writing prompts, mostly photographic prompts, for my work. Often when I am not consumed by a thought or emotion, I need a little help in writing. I subscribe to two photo blogs as listed further below for prompts. I also take challenges to write about random words on my Twitter. A new challenge I am using is from Deviant Art. I look at the first page of the most popular photography in the last 8 hours and take one to write about.