By Joyce Jacobo
[Author’s Note: It’s getting to be that time of year again when fireworks will soar high up into the skies. I hope to see them in person this year.]
A distant whistle in the darkness
followed by a slim groove of light
that sails higher
and higher
and higher—
Until with a crackly burst
new stars scatter
through the night air
like fireflies set free
to roam the heavens
or a fiery flower
that spreads its petals
in an elaborate bloom
Each one fades
followed by another rush
of released artwork
Reflected in the eyes
wide to experience them
Inscribed in the mind
to remember
throughout the year
Like fireflies set free.
Such a poetic description of fireworks! I will look at it with different eyes after your poem 😊
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Ah, that means a lot, Andrea! I’m thrilled this poem will make you see fireworks in a whole new way. ^_^
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So beautiful . Love the imagery. 💕
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Aww, thank you so much.
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My pleasure💕
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Awwwww. Thanks again, Grace!
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