Saturday, June 21, 2014

Fireflies’ Prelude--By Stacy Savage--United States

Fireflies’ Prelude

The sun surrenders
To the sky
As the moon awaits
With his winking eye

To begin his routine
In the rosy wake
So the sun may take
Her needed break.

Fireflies come
And bid adieu
In their evening performance,
Right on cue,

Above the meadows
And prairie grass—
Pulsating flashes
As they pass

And dance in the air
With lanterns bright,
And the stars welcome
The magic of night.

Stacy Savage has published six books. Her most recent anthology, Naturally Yours: Poems and Short Stories about Indiana State Parks and Reservoirs, benefits Indiana Natural Resources Foundation's "Discovering the Outdoors Fund.” Stacy believes in mixing poetry and good causes together. Visit her Facebook page to keep up-to-date on her poetry contests: https://www.facebook.com/poetrycontestsforacause.

7 comments:

  1. Hi, Stacy, I love how you define each rhythm of this universe in a grand and poetic light. The irony of it is, it is true! When the all in in perfect rhythm the balance and flow of life is exquisite! I am grateful to Whispers for giving me the opportunity to read such grand works as this! Thank you Whispers and thank you Stacy! Sheri / www.poetryandbeyond.net

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  2. Hi Stacy,

    I really enjoyed reading your poem today of the evening performance of fireflies and nature's beauty at sunset. The imagery is lovely and it's beautifully written thank you for sharing your poetry with us.

    Sandra Stefanowich

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  3. Thank you, Stacy Savage, for the following--

    Thank you Sheri and Sandra for your wonderful, thoughtful comments. It is truly appreciated and I'm glad you guys liked my poem.

    Stacy Savage

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  4. This is a lovely, warm poem, Stacey; it paints the evening fireflies' dance so well. Loved the rhythmic flow aided by perfect rhyme. // paul

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  5. Thank you, John Polselli, for the following--

    A precursor to something larger here that surpasses language. Your poem seems to conclude at precisely the right moment, after which the "magic of night" tales reign within the reader's mind. Haunting for sure.

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