She cannot form words for replies
even if she tries to use her voice
the message in her sad eyes
transmits to all but not by choiceHer thoughts devoid of colour
her mind a myriad of images
her eyes tell a story of past valour
her soul unable to rebuild bridgesA single comfort erases her frown
and only for moments of time
a firefly allows her mind to climb
but only when added to her crown
©Vivian Zems
Real Toads~ firefly- Camera Flash
Image by George Seeley
Smell The Coffee 
January 7, 2018 at 4:33 pm
I love how you brought it all together in the last two lines. There is something very composed in this poem.
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January 7, 2018 at 4:52 pm
Thanks Kerry! (I cry through chattering teeth)😂
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January 7, 2018 at 4:51 pm
Only upon collection, it seems. Dark, in the light, or at least I think so.
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January 7, 2018 at 6:19 pm
Correct !
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January 7, 2018 at 5:03 pm
I see a woman who have a few moments of joy in an otherwise dark life.
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January 7, 2018 at 6:18 pm
Precisely!
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January 7, 2018 at 8:52 pm
“transmits to all but not by choice” … Oh, don’t you hate that? When you’re intent on hiding the truth, but your eyes let it all out …
“her eyes tell a story of past valour” … Poor thing. 😦
“a firefly allows her mind to climb
but only when added to her crown” … Wow. That is awesome.
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January 7, 2018 at 11:04 pm
Oh Shawna, you honour me with your detailed musings. Thank you! 🙂
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January 8, 2018 at 2:18 pm
I love how you focus on her eyes 🙂 they do seem to ‘tell a story of past valour’.. Beautifully done.
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January 8, 2018 at 7:07 pm
“her soul unable to rebuild bridges” esp. stands out to me.
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January 8, 2018 at 9:14 pm
all about that rhythm in its mesh of R’s & S’s stung together with smoothly patterned assonance!! bravo
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March 13, 2018 at 1:40 pm
Thank you! Sorry- missed this somehow!
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