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Fireflies

we would poke holes in the lids of glass jars when we tried to catch fireflies whose lights flickered around us those warm nights of our childhood holding onto youth is like capturing fireflies - light so soon grows dim

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Janice Canerdy

Date: 8/4/2025 5:57:00 AM

CONGRATS on your win, Andrea! You've effectively penned a meaningful blend of literal and symbolic. Janice

Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/4/2025 3:46:00 AM

Back with congratulations on your winning work. Way to go. Memories once again. Sara K

Paghunda Zahid

Date: 8/3/2025 10:37:00 AM

Congratulations Andrea. Another win!

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 8/3/2025 10:25:00 AM

Back with Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your creative/fun write again. Have a blessed day with your win................

Mike Bayles

Date: 8/3/2025 10:24:00 AM

Beautiful, Andrea,

Oliver Mckeithan

Date: 8/3/2025 10:18:00 AM

Congrats on your placement in my contest Andrea. Well written. Takes me back to my childhood.

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/4/2025 1:52:00 AM

Thanks so much, Oliver

I Am Anaya

Date: 8/3/2025 9:48:00 AM

Congratulations, Andrea! Fireflies and children are always a treat.

Rowena Velasco

Date: 8/3/2025 6:54:00 AM

This brought such a tender wave of childhood memories. The fireflies as a symbol of fleeting youth is so beautifully done—bittersweet and glowing with truth. Loved this.

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/4/2025 1:24:00 AM

Thank you

Ron VanHooser

Date: 8/2/2025 3:17:00 PM

Wonderful Andrea! I grew up in southern Missouri and loved catching fireflies. I married and my wife, from Ogden, had never seen one. While beautiful, it was also, in retrospect, a cruel activity of my youth. Looking in the rearview, I choose to remember the beauty of those summer nights and the glittering fascination of the fireflies and let the rest fade away. Excellent poem!

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/4/2025 1:25:00 AM

Are you in Utah too now?

I Am Anaya
Date: 8/3/2025 9:52:00 AM

Ron, your introspective testament touched my heart, I know you wouldn't hurt a fire-fly! :) love you__I Am Anaya

Paige Hind

Date: 8/2/2025 2:31:00 PM

A haunting ending. I liked this poem. <3

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 8/2/2025 1:40:00 PM

So true, makes me feel thoughtful. I can't remember seeing any fireflies when I was young. Andrea,I tried to reply to your comment on " my Quote", I don't know what happened, I lost both of your last comments, ani hadn't even touched the other.

Michelle Mac Donald
Date: 8/4/2025 5:57:00 AM

Well Andrea, if I had accidently blocked you, I don't know how it happened. I did resend it because the first I hadn't clicked on the caitcha. Had been the same as sending a comment to you, it said incorrect code, but it was correct. You had gotten it twice. It's almost las though I'm being prevented? I can try to resend the soup mail. I can also be stubborn!

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/4/2025 1:23:00 AM

I can't even open the soupmail you sent me

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/4/2025 1:22:00 AM

You must have accidentally blocked me. I am unable to comment back to you

Michelle Mac Donald
Date: 8/2/2025 1:48:00 PM

Something freaked phishyy,, I'm sorry

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 8/2/2025 1:39:00 PM

Line Gauthier

Date: 8/2/2025 10:54:00 AM

Andrea, you might want to consider switching capturing and catching in your lines S1L3 and S2L2

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/3/2025 2:12:00 AM

Syllable count won't let me

Joe Dimino

Date: 8/2/2025 8:37:00 AM

"holding onto youth is like capturing fireflies - light so soon grows dim" -- Very sensitive and telling of the human spirit. Yes, I recall doing this as a youth. Crushing them too, and smearing the glitter out. Kids. God, a wonder I can still remember that far back! Hope heaven has a shorter memory...fat chance, I think:)

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/2/2025 9:57:00 AM

I am glad you admitted the crushing thing. I was afraid to mention I did that a few times too. Looking back, I realize how cruel it was.We would use the "shine" like a ring on our fingers.

John Fleming

Date: 8/1/2025 12:19:00 PM

Loved this, Andrea. The simplicity of it makes it...simply beautiful. Fantastic 2nd verse! Lovely little poem. :) john

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/2/2025 9:57:00 AM

thanks so much.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 8/1/2025 10:32:00 AM

Dear Andrea, there’s something so magical about those summer nights, running around with jars, trying to catch fireflies and bottle up a little piece of our childhood. I love how you captured that sense of wonder, and how it slips through our fingers the harder we try to hold onto it. Reading your words made me smile and feel a little nostalgic. Blessings, My Dear Andrea, Daniel

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/1/2025 9:17:00 PM

Thanks. I really miss them. Utah doesn't have any

Jay Narain

Date: 8/1/2025 10:02:00 AM

Two true scenaarios. We are all getting there. Nice thoughts.

Valsa George

Date: 7/31/2025 9:59:00 PM

Beautiful tanka and meaningful haiku. Indeed youth is like the fleeting glow of fireflies. In no time it disappears. All the best.

Dr. Vandana Sharma

Date: 7/31/2025 8:15:00 PM

May be we all should learn to let go soon........

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

Date: 7/31/2025 7:43:00 PM

Yes in youth we run after illusions.Great poem .

Bill Baker

Date: 7/31/2025 5:51:00 PM

Fun times you describe in your poem today, my friend. They were the days, we thought they'd never end. Now I'm getting sad. Smiles ~ Blessings, Andrea. A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/31/2025 4:38:00 PM

I can picture both! Great, Andrea!

Bj Legros Kelley

Date: 7/31/2025 3:07:00 PM

Aw, very sweet and nostalgic Andrea. Fireflies were so magical in childhood. The memories we made in childhood are truly like those flickers of light, now dimly shining out from a jar of childhood sweetness in our hearts. I love this poem <3

Richard D Seal

Date: 7/31/2025 3:04:00 PM

That flash of youth, gone before you know it, certainly before you appreciate it. Nice one Petal.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 7/31/2025 3:02:00 PM

Yes, childhood doesn't last but I have found still inside me lies the child. Thanks for sharing this creative one with us. I enjoyed reading it. I remember catching fireflies as a child; we would always let them go when we went inside because they needed to live to light another night for us. Sara K