Fireworks

Fireworks.

Lighting up the sky;

lighting up my heart.

Blue

Red

White

Fireworks.

 

Walking with her in the rain,

carefree, without any bane.

On this warm July night,

in her presence, ever so slight.

 

Fireworks.

A kind I'll never forget;

I hope she won't ever forget.

I still see

the lights in her eyes

the reflections of

Fireworks.

While she looks up at me.

 

Though a dream may be a dream,

we still have each other.

And that dream can ever so seem,

that we were meant for one another.

 

Fireworks.

In the rain.

Where she'll kiss

away my pain.

Whether they were there or not,

we were;

we were there,

together for an instant,

in the rain

beneath the

fireworks.

 

And when we kissed,

the world did stop.

I would be remissed,

if I didn't say I cared for her.

So with the whistling,

banging,

cracking,

popping,

sizzling,

fireworks;

my heart was beating,

pumping,

throbbing,

jumping,

flittering,

in tune with hers.

If only for an instant.

No better way,

to spend a Friday night...

Then with her,

beneath the fireworks.

 

And while we share

the same amber moon

and spend our days

beneath the same blazing sun

from many miles away

we are never farther apart

than a heartbeat.

 

And if not for a dream,

about fireworks,

in the rain,

with her,

only her;

then the rain would seem damp,

the fireworks loud,

and the dream empty.

 

But she was there,

as I suppose she always will be,

awaiting the time she will spend,

and the day she will visit me.

 

Fireworks.

Loud and clear.

Fireworks.

Sparked by a kiss.

 

Reviews

[Larissa G.]

Aw. I loved it. My two complaints:

-The word fireworks was repeated a bit often to appreciate, can you replace a few of them somehow?

- the lines:
"in the rain
beneath the
fireworks."

These especially jumped at at me as choppy. Make the last two one line, and the flow would improve. I think that happened a couple times.

Still, it was a fantastic poem and I adored it. Thanks for sharing it so much and reminding us of some of our favorite memories, not always on the holiday but always important to remember.

[emmajoy]

There's such a strong visual here... 'can see the fireworks in her eyes, see the night, the loving closeness and all else.

'So with the whistling,
banging,
cracking,
popping,
sizzling,
fireworks;
my heart was beating,
pumping,
throbbing,
jumping,
flittering,
in tune with hers.'

Amazinigly, those 'firework' rooted words really do emphasise the impressions made and left by love.

Maybe, yes, 'fireworks' is used a little too often, but, finding an alternative or two might prove difficult. There's a real flow to your poem, so, maybe it would be a pity to alter it to accommodate changes.

The last four lines make a glorious finale!

Thanks for sharing.

[Dizzy-Izzy]

me and my son loved it! great poem,

Kristina and Noah