Sparks of inspiration dance upon invisible wings
as another summer twilight fades
into another short and humid night.
One lands upon my hand, content to crawl around.
No pressure.
No fear.
And the thought occurs to me
that this one caught me for a change.
No light shines from him, though I recognize him nonetheless.
And I wonder why he won’t brighten this sullen night for me?
And that’s when I realize
that she has chosen me…
The spark of inspiration I am seeking
already burns brightly enough
to be seen
within me…
And I have become
the firefly!
the otherhood of one 
A lovely thought of transmutation…
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Thank you! It was a very pleasant experience… 🙂
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Great transformation. Anything that emits its own light has to be respected. Hope you are well. Haven’t seen you i a while.
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Thanks! Yes, I have been missing, though rumors of my death were a bit premature. Lol!
I looked like death. I felt like death. There were even moments I wished I was dead. But eventually, I did recover instead. Just very, very sick was I…
Thanks for the well wishes. Hope all is well with you as well…
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Lol. Tell those rumors to go away. All well here. Sorry for the delay in my response. WordPress has been losing my messages then returning them days or weeks later
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Understood. And my internet has been tempermental… lol!
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Just one word came to me………….Sparkling!
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Aww… perfect! Thank you, Roger!
P.S. I see I have some catching up to do, now that I can sit upright and see again… 😉
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Very illuminating! 🙂 Lovely prose. Well done and TY! 🙂
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Thank you, Veronica! 🙂
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