1. Hello Sheryl,

      Yes, fireflies tend to bring us back to our childhood. “Firefly jars” – hmm, what will they think of next ๐Ÿ™‚ And that’s great what the kids are doing – enjoy nature’s wonders and set them free – lovely.

      All good wishes,

  1. Wow! This is deeply beautiful. It is hard to make rhyming poems seem relevant and serious, but this had deep meaning and you pulled it off well. This is my favorite so far of your poems I’ve read. Keep writing and sharing!

    1. Wow! Maryam,
      You are digging through the archives.
      Glad you found Firefly and enjoyed it enough to post a comment. Thank you dear.
      All good wishes,

    1. Children do plenty for various reasons – and learn from it.

      It’s another matter when as adults, they deny ever having done naughty things – or worse, continue to do it as adults.

      Peace, Eric

    1. Same here Dennis – as a kid, I’ve killed quite a few critters. Not anymore – and I go out of my way to ensure no harm comes to any insects even.

  2. such innocence eloquently captured, this reminds of your wise and soothing comment when i wrote “pink”…about that childhood mishap with the baby bird…thank you for your kindness, you don’t know how much guilt you finally alleviated…

    1. Firefly in a jar or one’s palms has been the genesis for many poems and snippets. Glad you like mine.

      As for laughing at ignorance > see it all around. A good place to start would be city hall, I reckon.

      P/s I left a comment in you Lifes intricacies – please check your blog spam folder.

    1. Very true George. That is what I always say – look into the mirror. Each will see and take away something different – depending on one’s level of intellectual spiritual development. All good wishes, Eric

  3. Alas, for all the little bright lights of people’s abilities that die because they are forced to glow all the time by other people who want only the light. A slower death across time than the short-lived death of the firefly :(.

    1. Yes bad boy…

      I wonder as children, how many of us killed insects deliberately, out of ignorance or by accident. How many adults are doing so even now…how many lost lessons, I wonder…

  4. Of course you need to make holes in the lid with a long nail and a rock! And then you put in grass and various leaves in there for the fireflies to munch on. And then maybe they live for an hour. I don’t know what the lesson is other than to leave the poor fireflies alone. But for a kid, catching them to try to have a little light in your room when you went to sleep, to keep fireflies as your special pet, was too great a temptation.

  5. The pain I feel:
    I can’t conceal-
    I “think” I can heal.

    Our thinking that we can heal or make things better is subjective -from our point of view to make the conscience feel better- the firefly may not die with a hole in the lid but that is not where it belongs.

    1. Very true Aparna – people sometimes feel they know what is best for others…

      Thanks for those 3 lines – lovely ๐Ÿ™‚ Rhymes and hides a truth too.

      You should do more. Cheers, Eric

    1. Thank you for your visit and comment. Cheers.

      P/S I posted a comment in your art post Mystic. It is beautiful and shows your obvious talent

    2. Hello Loni – posted a comment in your Night. Hope you can catch it this time. Go to your comments, click open the ‘spam’ folder on the top line of the page ๐Ÿ™‚

      Anyway, here it is > Some nights I feel this way too

    1. Very true. Instead of looking with open eyes, many seek something specific and not finding it, move on. Thanks buddy Jane ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Very true – most would prefer not to think of the victim. Perhaps if the lesson is well learnt, that life sacrificed would have had meaning…if we repeat the error, the value of that sacrifice becomes worthless.

      P/S I posted a comment in your blogpost > Hopes

  6. cute cute cute…And i will not look in between the lines..this is just too cute so will just enjoy the rhyme..
    I love rhymes…and this was so much fun
    Aww poor kiddo but kids do all these things like putting a caterpillar in a jar,and when taught properly they learn that to enjoy you dont have to cage things ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Firstly, I agree with you – my wife always chides me (in a nice way) that I have enough seriousness in me for both of us plus plus ๐Ÿ™

      Sometimes, we just need to slip off our shoes, put up our feet and enjoy verse and rhyme – and Eric, stop being so painfully metaphorical! It is bad for your…brains, I think! – Maybe you wanted to say this, maybe not – but there, I’ve said it for you ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

      You are right Soma dear, – nature can be best relished in nature > not when contained in some man made cage

  7. “Some people never learn โ€“ know of any? There is a metaphor hidden deepโ€ฆ” — I like that perhaps even more than the poem, but without the poem, that sentence would lose most of its charm, well written!

    1. I believe everyone – every single person – had killed insects accidentally or even deliberately…though some might pretend not – a poor reflection on them

  8. It is indeed a beautiful poetry with the facts of how humans are trying to solve their problem. Some found it, but some can’s found it.
    This reminds me of
    1. My dad felt sad upon learning my toddler wanted me to free the green bug that my dad caught in a plastic. After my toddler took a close look at the bug, he asked me to let it go.
    2. A butterfly entered my living room. My mum caught it, show it to my toddler, and then let it free upon his request after he had a good look at it.

    After I think about these cases, your poetry resonates with my son who love nature on its own.

    1. This is a positive approach always – memories and learning. Cheers, Eric

      P/s Posted a comment in your recent post. In case it didn’t come through, here it is > You are right. Children are like clay – often moulded by family and society and some very poorly. Inspite of this, we also get lovely lillies growing in a brackish pond

    1. โ€œโ€ฆmyself included about some thingsโ€ฆโ€

      I say this in all sincerity โ€“ the fact that you say this publicly, reveals your humility and how far you are ahead of most people, I reckon.

      All good wishes from a person whose respect you’ve earned, Eric

  9. I know enough of your style to see the metaphor in this post and got the hint from your reply above.

    Politicians still look for answers to the worldโ€™s problems in a gun barrel, with some tweaking of the words that call for war (holes in the jar) โ€“ whether in the name of some strange god, nationalism, ideologyโ€ฆwhatever. Though they cry, all too soon they forget. Mother โ€“ mother in this case is history, oneโ€™s so-called experience, oneโ€™s wisdom, oneโ€™s conscience/spiritualism, whateverโ€ฆbut not many listen to herโ€ฆ

    Hope I am right ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. There are no right or wrongs Jasey dear. As I’ve always maintained – all peer into the mirror and each sees something different. No one is ‘wrong’ as they see what is ‘right’ for them.

      You can take this post in its literal sense – and very right you’ll be too. Some even took it as something I did as a kid > just because it is written in the first person….Lol!

      I thought I had made the post too vague but glad it came through enough for you to have captured it so well.

      Great big hugz specially for you, Eric ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. You are right. As children – it is probably ignorance. As adults > closed minds – just see the battlefields of the world…all happening right now.

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