longing for the grass
at the bottom of the pool
those fireflies.
longing for the grass
with lust almost immoral
they light up the night
at the bottom of the pool
they float free now of burden
solitude sublime
those fireflies
craving no deeper meaning
than being alive
Basho & Cie
Notes:
The "sleigh" of this Troiku was created by Matsuo Basho (1644 - 1694). The team of firefly horses was guided by me.
I just noticed this Emoji icon in the bottom right corner of my post. It looks all pissed off and frazzled. I laugh, as this is the first poem in several days that has been at peace with things. It's about fireflies, just doing firefly stuff, longing for grass, and lighting up the night. I didn't notice the Emoji thing yesterday or the day before. Maybe it exploded upon being exposed to the radioactive rage of my post.
Now it's a starched white shirt with a red tie. Apparently, the fireflies have gone into business and are dressing the part.
I love fireflies. :)
ReplyDeleteMe too. Though we really don't see them much in my neck of the woods.
DeleteI love fireflues and love your tribute to them...especially the last lines!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I think we would all do well to emulate the firefly. :-)
DeleteYou are welcome!
DeleteGlad your troiku found peace, Cara! Gotta love those fireflies...
ReplyDeleteThank you. Yes, the fireflies are an innovative bunch! :-D
DeleteI love your down-to-earth troika, Cara, and that you touched on photic emission and selection of a mate! I especially love the final stanza – maybe we should all be like fireflies!
ReplyDeleteI think the world would be a better place if we were more like fireflies. :-)
DeleteNow I want to be a firefly! I love the vibe of this one. Lust almost immoral is my favorite line.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I thought that was a fun one. :-D
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