Wednesday, May 1, 2019

You Don’t Own the Poem

public domain photo - modified (darkened to night & added "fireflies")

You Don’t Own the Poem
(The Poem Owns You)

One night,
(mayhap after midnight)
you catch a glimpse of some-
thing (maybe moonlight)
sifting through the curtains,
dancing on the floor

and it draws you out-
side where you find (yourself
captivated by) some-
thing (perhaps a field
of wildflowers
lit by flickering fireflies)
You cup your hands
trying to capture
just a tiny smidgen
(with pen and ink)
of that beautiful,
magical glow

but you know
(no amount of holes
in any jelly jar lid
can sustain them
so) you have to
let them go.

PSC / 2019-Apr

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