ideas are fireflies at dusk,
fleeting flickers of light;
sometimes hover low to ground
sometimes fly high in air
~ musical notes on a staff
~ random words on page
~ scattered puzzle pieces
trying to pair up, make sense,
fit together into beautiful picture;
tiny light bulbs spark bright new poem!
Grace hosts MTB: Ars Poetica revisited…see details at dVerse poets pub
a poem in my pocket 
Jul 07, 2026 @ 08:50:38
That opening line is gorgeous. And the rest that follows too. Love this Lynn. Thanks.
Jul 07, 2026 @ 09:16:43
Thanks for reading, my friend.
Jun 28, 2026 @ 16:51:35
fit together into beautiful picture;tiny light bulbs spark bright new poem!
Grand close Lynn! There you have it! Such a satisfaction to be rewarded with the result – a wonderful poem it is!
Hank
Jun 29, 2026 @ 10:31:54
I take a little bow, Hank…thank you for your lovely comments!
Jun 28, 2026 @ 05:50:05
I would love to see fireflies…. they do not exist over here.
Jun 29, 2026 @ 10:30:58
The sight is magical!
Jun 27, 2026 @ 10:29:11
Oh, to catch one–and then release it–pure joy!
Jun 27, 2026 @ 12:11:56
Yes, exactly! Thank you for this comment, Jennifer ❤
Jun 27, 2026 @ 05:22:25
Very nice process from ideas to words on the page
Thanks for dropping by my blog
much love
Jun 27, 2026 @ 12:12:42
Thank you, Gillena 🙂
Jun 26, 2026 @ 22:39:03
How delicious this is – refined to the core ingredients of writing – Jae
Jun 27, 2026 @ 12:13:13
I appreciate you stopping by, Jae!
Jun 26, 2026 @ 20:45:13
Fireflies at dusk – I love how this inspired a poem. Happy summer!
Jun 26, 2026 @ 22:02:06
Thank you, Grace…it’s firefly season 🙂