Lost in the melancholy of inevitable goodbyes,
each breath was an effort, burning bridges
with shades of fire that lit a backdrop of
regret and second guesses
Suspended in indecision, choices were hers to make
And so she floated, if only to give opportunity to
revelation patiently waiting to be discovered…
a pinpoint of light flickering in the depth of endless stars
When her head cleared, like smoke from extinguished flames,
and darkness gave way to a beautiful summer night,
she captured fireflies with stained-glass wings,
and celebrated inspiration found in simple pleasures
Photo: Tablo Prompts
Prompts: Tablo and MadVerse
“fireflies with stained-glass wings” That’s beautiful. They do have wings like that but as many fireflies as I have seen up close in my life, I have never thought of their wings in that way. I just love it when a poem lets me see the familiar in a new way. Also, you’r last line is the motto of my life! Great post!
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Thank you for your kind words. 😀
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