*Written for day 24 of the PAD challenge. Prompt: an "evening" poem.
blinking their morse code, these
fireflies in late July spell out
all I would say to you as
I wring out the dishrag and
set it to dry, distracted by the
squeals of neighbor-children and
the voices of their parents, pitching and clink-
clacking over their late-night
drinks, a grill glowing in
the distance as the cricket-noise
swells and fades, swells and fades
yet again, fine concert, that
see-- a S.O.S. -- hear me, see
me-- the blind shall yet see,
the lame yet walk, the halt
have their voice
float-blink, float-blink
as if borne by the breeze blowing past.....contrasting
the tactlessness of 24/7 neon--
these subtle fellows--sending their message
then
on their way
3 comments:
Exquisite! Gretchen
Many thanks :-)
The details and the action in your poetry, along with the fluidity and how you wield repetition as a tool, all make a much delighted reader out of me. :)
My first time here to read your poetry. It has been such a treat. Thank you so much. Cheers.
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