Sparks
SPARKS
Sparks-
they're all just
sparks.
Fleeting, flying, incandescent bits,
struck from hard blue steel.
Ideas only,
written quickly
arcing briefly,
going nowhere,
cooling fast.
Cold before they land.
Beautiful in their profusion-amounting, still, to nothing.
posted by Jon @ 9:04 AM
3 comments
3 Comments:
Gorgeous last line, Jon. I love beautiful shimmering things that disolve into nothing, fleeting and beautiful all the same.
This is simply what I see and may have nothing to do with what you are saying....
Futility.
And I think there is something, if nothing but the beauty in the memory of that spark we saw, and the chill of the cold as it died. In there I find something.
I treasure your words and what you do with them.
Lovely.
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