Young Writers Society

City lit by fireflies
Lightning bugs of commerce
Floating along the sky line

It’s a city full of sparkling lights
That inhabits my mind most nights
It’s the backdrop of all those twinkling lights
Etched into the backs of memory
Fleeting and sweetly flying:
An intro into the operas of the mind

City lights of florescent yellow and white
Sing to me
In sleepy mantras
Entrenched in patented codex moments

Such sober beauty
Of singular moments and haunted ghosts: laughing barefoot children
Trying to catch little glow worms in glass jars
The pickle labels ripe and moldy
Peeling at the green skinned corners

City lit by fireflies
Lightning bugs of commerce
Floating along the sky line

Sing to me
Of soft casualties

The aneurysm that threatens to
Take over my brain
Is worming into my consciousness
Setting off fireworks in the dark corners
Of my concentration

City lit by fireflies
Sing

This is the kind of poem you'll find in a collection of poetry 50 years from now.

I loved how you repeated "City lit by fireflies." It was very innovative.

I sort of felt a romantic sense to this poem...I don't know why, but I just did. The title was a little drab, but as far the poem goes, I loved it.

thank you chevy...I do hope this poems lives that long. I've been listening to U2 lately they can inspired really interesting things. the title...it feels a little bereft of the poem. If anyone out there has a idea please send me a line.

thanks again dear.

cheers CL.

I really liked this, it has a great flow and your imagery is gorgeous! The only crit I have is that I personally don't like the last stanza, "City lit by fireflies/ sing". To me it doesn't really need to be there and detracts from the stanza above which is so powerful! You have written a beautiful poem.