Lurking in a pocket, it waits like a paused constellation,
Uncoiling light when the snap awakens hidden chemistry,
Moment by moment, color thickens from unseen reactions,
Inside the plastic tube, silence is rewritten as brightness,
Night is interrupted by a bend, a crack, a sudden waking,
Energy blooms without flame, without wick, without hesitation,
Streets of childhood turn electric with borrowed starlight,
Crystals of glow stretch into green and blue persuasion,
Every swing draws a temporary comet across the air,
Nothing burns, yet everything feels ignited in motion,
Curved like a captured aurora held in human hands,
Ending only when the chemistry tires and dims again.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the glow stick, also known as the light stick, chem light, light wand, light rod, and rave light. For more context, visit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glow_stick
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Comments2
Although about an actual object it has a surreal feel to the wording. Nicely done
Matthew, this brought me right back to childhood. You captured that little burst of wonder so well...like holding a piece of the night that somehow belonged to us for a while. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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