April 25, 2022.

mining helmets and lightning bugs

Jovial little lightning-bug that doesn’t just move -
but sways like a ribbon dancing in humid air
May your pure, chartreuse luminance never waver
- but never allow them to use you for their lantern

Your inner light is so valuable, so rare
Only adulthood could taint such a gentle thing
Kindness is often burned, mined like coal
People will imitate you, lure you in with their false helmet’s glow

Poetry by aidan haskel The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-04-26 at 00:49

Tags Childhood  Southern 

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely gentle poem, with a nice subtle rhyme; I enjoyed reading it


by aidan haskel