Firefly Condition
Feb 14th, 2010 | By John Grey | Category: Poetry | 397 viewsA stark sparkle flourishes,
not once, but twice, three times, then dies.
So goes an unquenchable desire,
extreme in its vanishing.
Mind retreats to other times
of glimmer so brief and cruel.
All that runs riot
revels in the inadequacy of light,
abandons the night sky,
brutally blank
Such slavery is a blight,
a clever adversarial condition,
witnessed in flight,
endured in the dark of all things.
Nearer my soul to thee
creak the cricket chorus.
Mountains are in perpetuity,
lakes persistent as the lap of water,
even ground solid as tombs.
But the flutter, the flicker,
more chapters in the book of separation,
weather and will, man and dream,
illusory but brilliantly remembered.
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About John Grey: Australian born poet, US resident since late seventies. Works as financial systems analyst. Recently published in Connecticut Review, Kestrel and Writer’s Bloc with work upcoming in Pennsylvania English, Alimentum and the Great American Poetry Show. |
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