Firefly

Not Your temple,

This body is

My tomb.

Slumbering bones

Dream of life, and

Wonder if it was

Worth the sorrow and

The strife up there

On the other side.

Cobwebs flutter like

Thin, white hair,

The sleep of the dead is

Disturbed by

Muffled screams, and

Frantic gasps for air.

You made Your house

Inside of me, but we were

Like fire and ice, see?

There is no rest

After the last breath,

You keep me alive

True to Your promise:

“There is no death!”

You gave me freedom

To walk away from You.

Now, the unbridled freeness

Is more than I can bare,

But, would I do anything differently?

I cannot tell.

I lie on my back

Watching You

Watching me.

Your spark has fallen

In this sunless place, and

Like a firefly at night

It’s looking for another

Speck of light

In a vast, empty space.

Reviews

[The Unknown Sith]

I like this! This is my type of poem. Well done, nice read.

[Lorry]

The good thing about any change in your life, whether it is a relationship or change within, is that you see the flaws almost for the first time and realise finally that you only held on to tklhem like a bad habit, because putting up with what you are used to is easier than changing. So it gives you more time to reflect and although it may not be what you wished for, but it is now your decision to change, knowing how stuck in a habit you were.
We can never stop thinking in quieter moments of thinking about the what ifs, but between those reflections we can take control of our self and actions back completely, knowing that settling for what once was wasn't making us happy either.
I really liked the feel of calm reflection from within this write, and optimism too, looking for another spark within the vast empty space. Great write.

[Ken e Bujold]

Kaz, your opening image is hypnotic. I paused for quite some time just to savour it alone. now upon my third read of poem I still can't decide: lover to lover, man delving deep into his own subconscious thoughts, combination of both (of course). A chess match on intersecting planes. Great poem, which gives me a multitude of thoughts to sift through

[Chris Shaw]

Fire and ice. Felt both the heat and the subsequent coldness here. The she here has given him his freedom which has not provided the desired result. There is restlessness here but I don’t see despair.I see hope for a brighter day. Enjoyed the read Laz. Thank you.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Reminds me of the idea of being buried alive and then having too much time to lie and look at our own reflection...life passing before us, but very slowly, painfully...
and just feeling an emptiness of not having done enough.
j.

[John the Baptist]

This is a somber one. The speaker is addressing an unnamed other with whom he has been very close, but from whom he separated for reasons unspecified. It seems to be an admission of having made a mistake, but also a determination to find another love. That's good; there is no hopelessness here, only a desire to seek correction.