We are fire-flies
trapped in glass bottles
glowing in the darkness
of our own minds.
The universe beyond us
holds,
in the cradle of its
great vastness,
more knowledge than we
could ever hope to find here,
basking in the warmth and
comfort of our own glow.
There are those who refuse
to believe
that anything more
radiant than ourselves
could be.
But little do they know that
we,
we are but the smallest
of flickers
amongst the fires of
worlds,
held in a cement unknown,
intangible.
Because we are trapped in our glass
bottles
boundaries of our own making
boundaries of our own making
within our minds.
But then there are those curious few
Who close their eyes to
the lights which blind them,
and in that moment
they may see, without
seeing,
a radiance in the
distance-
a fire.
Setting alight not their burning
bodies
but igniting their souls
with a desire,
with a hunger to escape.
And which crude
restraints
of glass or ignorance
can ever confine such a
spirit,
seeking the truth in every
plane,
ablaze with hope, and
wonder.\
What a great way to end this poem, "ablaze with hope, and wonder". It sums up everything you were saying throughout the piece. I really like it, it speaks to me. When you write your poetry, do you just sit down and let the words flow or do you have something in mind beforehand; an idea, a feeling, and experience. I'm just curious. I'll have another one up soon, I expect you to pop over and give me some feedback as well;) Until then.
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DeleteYeah, usually when i write a poem, it's usually because I'm at a height of emotion and then yes, that emotion just flows into a poem in my head, which i'll write down later and tweak. but sometimes it starts as a thought or musing, which becomes a poem too. so yeahhhh. hope that big essay satisfied your curiosity. and yes, i shall make sure to check it out! :D
I have read this over and over. You reached out and grabbed something special with this one.
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