Night Time Explosions
Night Time Explosions
I sat with friends to watch the fireworks,
Independence Day, Fourth of July,
We hear the loud booms and watch
All colors light up the sky.
We so enjoyed our time together
Laughed and chatted, so in awe,
The bursts of designs so pretty,
Oh! Look at that one we call.
A lovely evening filled with joy,
We did not want it all to end,
We lingered long after the show,
Talking quietly, me and my friend.
Night time explosions
Far away, in other parts
Of this big wide world,
Children sit with friends,
Quiet and scared as bombs unfurled.
Bombs that light up the sky with terror,
The horrible sound of gun fire grates
Upon little ears, people screaming close by,
The children now in dire straits.
Each child wonders, was Papa killed,
Was that my Mama screaming,
Who is alive out there still,
Is anyone to save us coming?
The children huddle closer, tighter,
Trying so hard to protect each other,
It is quieter now, an erie silence,
A little one asks, where’s my mother?
No sounds of the enemy out there,
Just low moans and weak crying
Drift around their hiding place,
As so many people lay dying.
The children linger in safety,
Wanting it all to just end.
They still hold each other,
Each one clinging to a friend.
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© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns
“We have a long way to go before we are able to hear the voices of everyone on
Earth, but I believe that providing voices and building bridges is essential for
the World Peace we all wish for.
– Joichi Ito
“Let us not deceive ourselves; we must elect world peace or world destruction.”
– Bernard Baruch
I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions.
I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles forThe Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am currently an author on HubPages.
Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader.
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Absolutely fantastic poetry. The fireworks exploded and that colors were all around as I read. Most expressive about the bombs and such a sad truth that there is such unrest in this world.
Thank you, Rasma. Glad you enjoyed the fireworks. Yes, it is sad about such unrest in our world. Take care.
Yes sad truths of the world today, the contrast of human experience. Some wonderful imagery here Phyllis. great work.
Thank you, Tony. So glad you appreciated my thoughts on the contrast. Take care.
I too watched firework celebrations in my county. Also watched on T. V. Macy’s extravaganza in yours. The millions of dollars spent for a short time of pleasure and awesome entertainment, yet while.as you stated so succinctly the terror,horror of suffering families been bombed to death for what? Greed of governments with dictators ruling over them. Thousands upon thousands being mutilated and killed daily, it sickens my stomach and hurts my heart and soul. Thank you for bringing the truth and reality to us who are secure and well fed with our freedoms. Well said Phyllis.
Thank you so much, Vincent. We often do not see what is going on in the rest of the world when we are sitting in comfort. The reality of the difference is startling and tragic. Thanks again. Take care.
This is a fascinating simile between fireworks of celebration, and bombs of terror. Your poem is courageous and very much a needed message for us all! Thank you for sharing these words with us!
My pleasure, Tamara. Thank you for reading and commenting. It is such a stark contrast between kids all excited about fireworks shows and kids hiding in terror from bomb explosions and gunfire. Glad you appreciated this piece. Take care.