"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Friday, April 29, 2011

Portrait of a Sociopath or Who Misplaced Those Jars? NaPoWriMo #29-mason jars

Placing fireflies
inside mason jars;
they’ve been scattered everywhere
Time has ceased when lights go out;
you’re in need of some guidance …
A specific jar tucked under your bed is accumulating dust
when night folds in;
reach for them to light your path,
looking for intermittent brilliance to illuminate pathways
Electricity in the air moves objects round like silver leaves,
swirling in rhythm as they bend to follow …
trusting fireflies will lead you in darkness,
bringing you back resplendent

42 comments:

  1. I love fireflies. The most amazing sight was a whole hillside of them glimmering on a tiny Greek island, and they really did light up the path when I was slightly lost.

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  2. '...intermittent brilliance...' describes the fireflies - you're far more consistent!

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  3. Yeah, dead good! you've got me thinking now...

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  4. Yup, I'm with Stan: a reliable standard. Always good to drop in.

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  5. I love "looking for intermittent brilliance to illuminate pathways." This is gorgeous, Pamela. Even though my heart feels a bit sorry for the little buggers trapped in jars, I love the piece. When we were kids, we used to write on our arms with fireflies. I love poems that bring a piece of childhood back for me. Thanks,
    ~Brenda

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  6. I especially liked the closing line - "bringing you back resplendent" - truly resplendent!

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  7. I love fireflies ... a happy childhood memory. And I love your poem. "Trusting fireflies will lead you in darkness, bringing you back resplendent" is a great line!

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  8. Beautifully done! Have you seen any lately? You say, they will bring you back resplendent, and they are resplendent too.

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  9. Fireflies... wondrous creatures, fun poem.

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  10. resplendent.

    nice nice word in a great location

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  11. Reading this put me in a nostalgic mood. Loved the images you created here. Nice. Vb

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  12. Love fireflies and love your poem. You always make it look so easy, never simple, but easy and I love coming here and being surprised anew each time. You are a firefly respendant, Pamela. Thank you for that,

    Elizabeth

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  13. Love the thoughts this one digs up Pamela...you have such a wonderful talent....hope you have a great weekend! :-)

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  14. nice...love catching fireflies..just make sure you put holes in that jar lid...smiles. or they wont lead far for long...

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  15. fireflies to lead you through darkness...a wonderful thought...a beautiful vision of hope in the mason jar....lovely Pam....bkm

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  16. Pamela, the language and images in this one are so lush and delicious. Illuminating! I grew up in the Midwest, so I miss fireflies; we don't have them in California. This brought back memories for me and seemed magical too in a whole new way.

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  17. This is my first visit to your site and I am already impressed by your writing. I do work fulltime at a job not my ideal but my first love is art, writing and music. I just took up the Blog in March. I will come again and see all you have here. Thank You! I won't even try to enter my site link below as I have had no luck. It is http://reneejustturtleflight.wordpress.com

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  18. I was just about to write almost the same thing as Mr. Walker! I, too, grew up in the Midwest and loved the magical memories of mason jars filled with fireflies your poem brought to mind. (I've not really seen fireflies in Texas, now that you bring up the subject!)

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  19. A beautiful poem and the last four lines are almost magical.

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  20. Glowing images in this, Pamela! Love the fireflies. For some reason, my favorite line is "time has ceased when lights go out."

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  21. Intriguing title adds lots & lots to the poem. The body of it would be completely different, otherwise! Intriguing!

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  22. You haven't lost any skill in this long haul writing month, Pamela.

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  23. I really love the image of fireflies in mason jars.

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  24. Ha. Great stuff. Loved your word choices and voice. A nice pace with good energy. Yes, we all need help finding our way.

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  25. I haven't seen fireflies since I was a child and I miss them. Fantastic poem!!

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  26. Viv, I haven't seen fireflies, since I was a child. Amazing little creatures.

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  27. Stan, Andy and Dave, many thanks:)

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  28. Brenda, good childhood memories are something we hold on to.
    iself, thanks
    Janet, they are that:)
    Me too, Marianne.

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  29. No, I haven't, Annell.
    Yes, Kim.
    Thanks, Laurie.
    Thanks, Barb.

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  30. Thank you, Sherry. I am not sure where the idea came from.
    versebender, thanks.

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  31. Nothing, too easy, at this point of napo. I thank you for the very nice comment, Elizabeth.

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  32. The same to you, Carrie.
    Brian, it's good to see you:)
    Nice to see you, Barb.

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  33. Mr. Walker, growing up in New York, there were loads of them.
    Renee, thank you.
    Paula, I'm not sure where the idea came from.
    Gloria, thanks.
    Thanks, nan.

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  34. Deb, I was wondering, if anyone would pick up on that. It does change the body of the poem, I know;)

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  35. Elizabeth, thanks.
    Henry, thanks for the visit.
    Susan, it's always a pleasure to see you.

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  36. Wow! Really good! I too grew up in NY where there used to be tons of them. They're pretty rare here right now, unfortunately.

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