I stand alone,
Leaning against the railing-
Gazing into the night
As lights rain from the sky.
The sparks fly, glittering;
Faraway explosions litter the silence.
A gentle breeze ruffles my hair
And changes the formations.
Splashes of color wink,
Making the distant stars jealous;
I smile as a purple burst
Erupts from its rocket-like prison.
I breathe deeply, softly
From the lighthouse balcony...
Still alone, yet still amazed
By the impossible beauty of fire.
My fear of heights is gone
As I stare at the competing lights.
The stars shine brightly as always
But are, for once, forgotten.
On this warm summer night,
I realize in the old lighthouse
That the world's new twinkling stars
Indeed, are truly fireworks.
Author notes
I was pretty much just describing the scene I got in my head when I read the options for the contest. I'd love to be in a lighthouse, watching fireworks go off.
A contest entry
- Summer fun, or not... by star wars fanatic.
375 points, ended July 2, 2007, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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aww, that's so cool.
Beautiful job.
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Wow, gold trophy! Good job! I love this... I've always found fireworks difficult to describe, but you worked wonders.
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Lighthouses are wonderful places to visit if you have lots of energy for climbing a LOT of stairs! A very real-sounding poem!
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ACCKKKK!! Meant to give you some clappies!
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I would LOVE that, too! The lighthouse idea for watching fireworks! A fine poem that makes me appreciate summer!
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One word--AMAZING! This was so good, and the end actually took me by surprise. Very, very nice. I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thanks so much for entering!
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