Blinders
This firefly that walks across my palm, he
does not realize he glows, knows only
he is drawn to others of his kind, approaches
them with his own sense of dark humility,
is suddenly blinded by their brilliant flashes.
He only feels his own smallness, meager wings,
short flights between eternities of crawling,
oblivious to his own longing
flexing into light.
Laura M. Kaminski grew up in northern Nigeria, went to school in New Orleans, and currently lives in rural Missouri. She is an Associate Editor at Right Hand Pointing. Her most recent collection, Considering Luminescence, is available from Amazon, and more of her poetry can be found at arkofidentity.wordpress.com
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ReplyDeleteNice work, Laura. Blinders is well-written and touching. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Master Laura Kaminski gives us these exquisite nightly luminous whispers. Indeed, very fine poetry composition.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely lovely. Thank you for the weaving of your words.
ReplyDeleteloved this! I love everything associated to fireflies and I can never get enough of reading about them either. what a superb poem about humility and self-control not always being ideal in every situation...at least those are the messages I extracted...
ReplyDeleteA spare and neat poem, every word counts,
ReplyDeleteshines. Nice one, Laura.
Great piece!
ReplyDelete"flexing into light" is mellow, marvelous
ReplyDeleteThank you all for reading and taking the time to post such kind words for this poem. I'm deeply grateful to each of you! -- Laura
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