ignited heartbeats in the sky –
brilliant petals reach
colored arms across the night,
embrace star spangled children.
glare under television
skies – bring the hiss, boom,
and crackle home to us live!
We revel on our couches.
When I did not see
last night’s rainbow fire applause,
the crack of guns crowded
my fractured, crystalline mind
instead of fireworks.
Glitter bullets launch.
See the fevered, blue-black dream
We weave it into our skins
and hear its drumbeat fire song.
© 2013 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
This poem was written for We Write Poems Prompt #164: Listening. I don’t know how well I did of writing to the prompt, but last week’s fireworks inspired me. I thought I would try a short form and ended up with a tanka chain. Enjoy.