Thread: Firework

At first I take it for rain
until gold flashes my window pane.
Sparks blister down in a heat shower
no two the same.

Colours flirting with their own reflection
against the glass- touching, melding,
Making new sense for one another.
As they blush my white walls in a bolder hue
what can I do but watch and wait? -
for the colourstorms to lose their breath,
for the parting spirits of colour to redoubt
into death's hush of lonely long nights.
Endless, impressive nights stretched like the break
between colour and sound, between ear and eye.

However late it may be-
I can't say I mind,
I could watch for hours as
the moon slowly devours
the sun as it's tall neck
stretches beyond nothing.
When the cold makes solid jewels
from the watery stars
the first one is lit and the noise
shrieks apart the mystery of night.
It disturbs nothing in my flat.
After all, it is only me now.
A year past
we would have sat, opposites
two colours tending either side
of the window pane
to watch the firework parade.

Beautiful! Beautiful in every part, but especially that sad bit at the end...

Vary well made!, i agree with Trides I especially like your last stanza.

There are some very beautiful lines and thoughts here, Nenada. I truly enjoyed.

I love this, Nenada, especially the following, the entire first stanza (great attention grabber) and then these: "As they blush my white walls in a bolder hue" and "When the cold makes solid jewels from the watery stars", the latter being so darn original. Fully did not expect your choice of ending, sad as it may be, it works spectacularly. Really well done, love.

Best,
Lisa

Thank you Lisa, Gumby, Trides and Chiefspider. Your comments have made a bit of a &%$ day better. I'm still very much an apprentice with this poetry lark and every bit of feedback helps me with it.