A moment of fireworks

The boom freezes us in time
and the clock stops –
chimes in with a gift
that shocks our pulse
and floods our synapses,
with tick tock
packages of phosphorescence,
incandescent, no?
Really, I feel like we’re all
a flock of fireflies in swirling smoke,
evocative shadows on our lips
I catch the static of your skin,
we’re in and bound together
by dendritic arms of the crowd.
In the pause, I surf
the collective breath in the cool air
while I listen for yours, distinct,
An aftershock
as you push back my hair –
the clock stops, again
but i think that’s my heart,
or maybe yours
and we’re all there,
but you and I alone,
fireworks

Boom

82 thoughts on “A moment of fireworks

    1. I am pleased you like this but sorry if the sound of fireworks woke you up! Or sorry, not sorry?! πŸ˜‚.

      Thank you for your very kind words, as always dear G. You have perfect words, you and no words is kind of an oxymoron. Sending Sunday/Monday love and hugs xox

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  1. Give the poet any topic and she manages to use it as a treat to all the senses of perception, surpass yours and yet the words feel so close, as if almost personal. Another great composition, though I keep going back to the line ‘evocative shadows on our lips’

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    1. If you we’re trying to write me a very lovely review, flatter me a little, and credit me with all sorts of things I’m not sure I deserve, you have completely succeeded. Far out these are nice words!! Thank you!!!!

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      1. On a serious note, I would say that I am very pleased you picked up on these elements of the sensory and sensual. I hoped to infuse the poem with this, the magic of a moment. This was a poem I wrote pretty quickly and without second guessing too much, and often I think that those are my best ones. Of my own poems, this is one that I like more I think. Thank you ESP, I really value your feedback πŸ™‚

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      2. Poetry, they say flows out of the poet, its not like you sit and work it out like an exercise. Sometimes what flows out is not poetry, but you would still publish and the followers applaud πŸ˜€

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      3. WP is a place where it’s difficult to get feedback, and I guess it’s mostly because people here are themselves taking tentative steps into the world of writing.
        But there are exceptions, some would call your rubbish what it is, the ones who have no WP manners.

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      4. a thin line? manners are usually defined by external factors whereas honesty is being true to oneself, so yeah maybe not too thin a line. The well mannered are usually not very forthcoming. Do gimme feedback on my posts though πŸ™‚

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      5. And likewise ESP. I actually think you would and and I appreciate that. πŸ’œ. I’ve had someone tell me pretty clearly that one of my poems didn’t really resonate, and I really valued it. It also meant I could believe the appreciative feedback that they gave me for other poems.

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  2. It’s astonishing how the last two words can make all the difference. This poem dances in the smoke with fireflies and in plain and simple words, explodes in joy and pleasure. Some kisses really do feel like fireworks. Those are the kisses worth all the trouble.

    Happy everything, Rachel.

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    1. Thank you Alexander. This poem did not actually start off in my mind as romantic – I was thinking about the energy in a crowd, and how it intensifies the energy of an individual. Next minute, there’s a different kind of fireworks happening altogether πŸ”₯πŸ˜‚.

      Happy everything to you, too.

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    1. Charlie, I really did not expect this to be a favourite of yours, but I’m really glad it is. I was writing about the line between two but I’m so happy you spotted I was also writing about the wider love and humanity between people. The connections between us that are palpable sometimes.

      Just seen you have posted something new, and I’m looking forward to reading it! πŸ’œ

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    1. Do you mean literally burned badly? That’s terrible if so. It’s also terrible if it’s a metaphoric burn… Given either of these scenarios, it means a lot that you found this poem irresistible, but let me know if you need some safety gear πŸ˜‚πŸ’œ

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      1. Both, actually. I was over a cousins house on July 4th one year and was THAT guy who showed off by bringing, and subsequently setting off, fireworks. One went off in my hand and I was lucky not to have lost a finger or two. Lesson learned. Metaphorically? Still getting burned. Lesson not leaned. 😁❀️

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      2. That’s the thing, fireworks of any kind are a bit of a delicious mix of excitement and danger. Proceed without caution, and it’s possible you’ll either have a lot of fun or get burns that can last a lifetime. Or both. I don’t know if it’s good to be overly cautious or overly gung ho. I feel like saying that thing about it being a fine line! πŸ’œ

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      3. I tend to follow my heart, and not my mind. A big part of me wants that epic relationship. Bogart and Bacall. Something that transcends the pettiness of bourgeoisie relationships. Give me all or give me nothing. πŸ’œ

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      1. You really know how to weave magic with your words and provide sensory delight and a chance to experience that moment to your readers. Pleasure, always, dear. ❀️❀️

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