Pink, then blue,
then red, then yellow
all the colours of the rainbow
exploding in the sky tonight.
Round and round
and up and up
a backwards helter-skelter
of fireworks blazing
against the night sky.
Children bubbling over
with excitement
pointing up at the
purples and greens.
Now they sit in terror
strapped in their cars.
"They're telling everyone
to stay in their cars,"
the stranger said at
my dad's car window.
No one listened
they moved about freely
like they weren't scared.
I was trapped between
my brothers just as scared.
Daddy said, "there's been
a bomb scare, we've got to
wait and see."
Unable to keep still
I wriggled about, I didn't like
the feeling of just sitting,
waiting...
Would I be a firework
blown up in the sky.
Debris falling down
in colours of the night.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Poignant, sad to think this is reality. Is this your reality did this happen to you? Whats happening to this world, you've penned a very thoughtful piece. Your friend in poetry, Kelly
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This is a nicely pensive poem that seems to meditate upon the inability of children to really comprehend the enormity of things. Then again, perhaps children comprehend more than adults, for all their maturity and knowledge of the world's horrors.
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