Life is full of fireworks;
a brief moment of art
imitating the stars -
They are not stars.
Stars are born, they burn,
Fireworks are merely
promises made and
When a fleeting time
of light and beauty
that the darkness is not so.
oh how lovely,and still it's cutting me..thanks
Life is full of fireworks
life is a brief moment of art
life imitates the stars
fireworks are not stars?
Each life is like one firework?
Nods. This is a metaphor for loves, lives. Comparing the brief intense feelings of love that fade, when someone is untrue, to the pure love I had with my sister who passed away.
This is beautiful; loving your wordage.
Read this while spending the night at an airport alone. Probably because of that, I got a very strong sense of loneliness from your poem. Beautiful writing; this one speaks to me.
It was a very lonely night. Sat outside in the cold watching fireworks unintentionally. Thinking about people who've died.
Are you okay? I know I'm a long time late with my reply...
I am (was) okay. Thanks for asking. I was having issues with some of my family, and was stuck in an airport for eleven hours that night. It was very quiet in the airport and lonely to be there in that state of mind. Here's to no more of such nights for either of us, and happy New Year to you
Amazing metaphor lovely
The things you do with words…
I think someone has been listening to Katy Perry lately ^^
This is very beautiful and well written.
beautiful! how momentary happiness can be, and the realization, even worse...
And just like fireworks, promises which are made and not kept blind us momentarily.
Beautifully written, my dear.
Lovely and profound...