My yearlong odyssey into the various styles of poetry has taught me many lessons about myself. I enjoy getting lost in the world of rhyming words. There still isn’t one style of poetry I would choose as my favorite to write in. July is the perfect month to create a selection of free verse poems. This style of poetry has no rules, which I find liberating. They don’t have to rhythm, but I suspect mine will include rhyming words because that is how I roll. The first poem I plan to share this Independence Day month I call Fireworks.
Boom, Boom, boom, boom
Sound of an explosion echoing in the void of the night.
A cheap imitation of a cannon’s blast.
Streaks of light on a darkened sky
Forming into a glorious, glimmering sight
Tantalizing my surprised eye
Evaporating because the miracle wasn’t supposed to last.
Boom, boom resounds in the distance.
Flickers of light glow in the sky again
My hand knows no resistance,
As I reach out at the flickers of light
So close to the ground it can be touched.
Boom, boom another flash in the dark
Sending a shiver of excitement through my skin.
This one mirrors the last
A tribute to the rockets’ red glare
And bombs bursting in air
First red, now blue, then white
Fireworks ignited on a summer night
As I watch in exhilaration sitting in this park
Thinking about the pursuit of life, liberty, and happiness
On a hot and humid 4th of July.
Who is Molly Shea?
Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.
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