My First Official Blog Post

Today, I was forced by my creative writing teacher to read a piece of my writing at a poetry reading hosted by the local borders. Being the spontaneous, crazy, and procrastinating person that I am, I decided to write this poem at 5:30, the reading starting at 7. Anyway, I think it would be cool of you all (whoever that is) to check it out. This poem is about something I had (or thought I had) with a friend that turned out to be nothing. The symbolism of the firefly stands for something that flashes and goes--kind of like a memory. Anyway, I want someone to read it, even if it's one of my sisters. Tell me what you think. 

Firefly

Your fire flutters toward me—like a broken

Butterfly. So small—brightens my day.

Flick to the face—you came out of nowhere.

Still lying together on a heap of

tostled wild weeds.

One spark—it came that night. Taking the risk,

Building a stronger memory—something I tried

To fight. It was the way your eyes opened slowly.

There it was—leading to a burning picture

frame in a forest fire.  The sound of your voice

reminded me of the color green—like your eyes.

I felt the the warmth coming off of baby spark.

I felt it just before the light had escaped.

Leaving a thought up memory trapped in an old

jelly jar abbandonded in an old basement.

The freckles on your nose drew up

a smile on my face. But the mist of unwatched

stares began to remind me of the fire that was

barely burning. The fire that only flicked.

 

Like any type of heat—it only kept warm for a short while.

Because fireflies only fly when the sky feels right.

When seatbets are clicked tight—

When your smile is filled with alluminous light.

 

The flame that once was—probably will never be.

But they always say—you’ll never fly if you’re

afraid to fall.