Softly whistling as it shoots upward,
Bursting in a sparkling display
Of color, design, and gracefulness,
The fire lily brilliantly blooms
In the hot summer night sky.
It twinkles for a few moments,
And then is sifted slowly into the darkness,
Blown away on the breeze,
Gone except for the memory.
I wish upon each falling star
That I may follow in its shining arc:
Subtle in my ascent,
Glorious in my brief moment,
Graciously fading away…
© 1982 Kerry Vincent
June 13, 2008 at 8:47 pm |
You paint pictures with your words, Kerry. Beautiful indeed.
Vi
June 13, 2008 at 9:27 pm |
I feel like every falling star I see is such a gift: they never fail to take my breath away.
Nice one, Kerry.
June 14, 2008 at 7:16 am |
beautiful (:
June 15, 2008 at 11:51 am |
Kerry, this is a beautiful poem! Exquisite! What’s a fire lily? Genece
January 31, 2009 at 10:49 pm |
WOW!
January 31, 2009 at 10:50 pm |
That poem is so beautiful!
January 31, 2009 at 10:50 pm |
amazing
January 31, 2009 at 10:54 pm |
i feel a smile coming!!!!!!!(:
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January 31, 2009 at 10:55 pm |
You rock 2!!