Guest Poet Erin Thompson
HOPE
Fireflies flit
Spiral upwards
Lost in love and a swirl of wind
But
Uncontrollably tacking across a breezy night
They still flash their landing lights
Hoping for something
Intrinsically
Instinctually
Right.
September 1997
Erin Thompson's Questions:
Does it convey "hope"? Or anything at all, for that matter?
Does the spacing detract or add to it?
Does such a large word as "intrinsically" belong?
Correspond with Erin Thompson at
erinthompson@Juno.com
with your ideas about this poem.
The Albany Poetry Workshop