Saturday, June 09, 2007

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.

3 Comments:

At Sunday, June 10, 2007 at 12:28:00 PM EDT, Blogger Michelle's Spell said...

Gorgeous last line, Jon. I love beautiful shimmering things that disolve into nothing, fleeting and beautiful all the same.

 
At Monday, June 11, 2007 at 4:14:00 AM EDT, Blogger Susan Miller said...

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.

 
At Monday, June 11, 2007 at 5:14:00 PM EDT, Blogger RK Sterling said...

Lovely.

 

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