Regina Mcintosh Poet Terza Rima

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Firefly Memories

"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
                                   Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842





As the night rolled into a darkness rich
With glimmering fireflies, vibrant, quiet
And happy, charming, able to bewitch

I caught them in Mason jars that riot
Lights going on and off, soft, so soothing
Breathing graceful whispers that sigh “try it”

Moon and stars flicker through my heart’s frothing
Caressing hopes with dreams alive and bright
Wrinkles of doubt are loud and need smoothing

Inspiration soon heartened me to write
Paint pages with hues of fervent desire
Reach out with verses that expose my plight

Warm words color my spirit like wildfire
Lighting my world in passionate attire







Terza Rima Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
November 17, 2020

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Linda Alice Fowler November 30, 2020 at 11:33 AM Beautiful write Gina. Congratulations on the win! hugs {} Linda

Alexis Y. November 29, 2020 at 6:55 AM Hi Regina, Congratulations on your 1st place win. Have a wonderful day my friend:-) Alexis

Kim Rodrigues November 29, 2020 at 5:39 AM A lovely poem! Congratulations on 1st place, dear Regina!

Unseeking Seeker November 29, 2020 at 2:48 AM Congrats on your win Regina! Nostalgic!

Constance La France November 29, 2020 at 1:15 AM Gina, congratulations on your win in my Terza Rima Contest with this excellent and exceptional poem and I love the image too _Constance

Jennifer Fenn November 19, 2020 at 11:03 PM What a beautiful, nostalgic poem! Here in Fresno, California, we don’t get to see fireflies. I’ve traveled to other places but not in the right seasons to see them. I love the picture, too. Did you paint it?

Gershon Wolf November 17, 2020 at 3:22 PM Ah, those good old Mason jars, home to so many bugs. Thanks for the golden memories, Gina. So lovely penned, Gershon

Silent One November 17, 2020 at 8:19 AM You did this form very well, I think I have only done it once.. I know Constance likes it.. I can see how you feel now, when you have the inspiration to bleed your pen..