Nicola An Poet Rhyme

Four Point Thirteen: Flickering Firefly

Lamp on a dreary night of a feverish vagrancy,

may I latch on you as if you're mine for free?

Perhaps I could say you're heaven-sent,

spare me from this abysmal moment

Deeply and darkly tinged I am blinded,

while the storms persist you're my warm bed

You might disappear along this dour weather,

but these are the times I promise to remember

We speak no words nor exchange glances,

I'm just sitting down here taking chances

and you're the light emanating above me,

my relief as though I'm not a forsaken plea

These are not coincidences I will reminisce,

but one with fated interventions I will miss

Flickering firefly clearing the hollow night,

of a swelling cold and hazy foresight,

would you still frequent my empty porch

and volunteer to be my lifelong torch?

-Nicola An

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Beata Agustin December 10, 2024 at 7:33 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Caren Krutsinger April 13, 2021 at 10:05 PM Such a delicate heartfelt plea. Brought my mind to July.