sitting on the edge of the green
that feels more like carpet than
something live; grass
tweezed and groomed
into carpeted submission
we wait for lit
hissed trails into
new nightfall
to bloom into confetti
and smoke
scarlet and silver spark
echoed by answering volleys;
walls of false thunder
resonating in bones
when the target is sky
and the purpose beauty
I am grateful for gunpowder
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Gardener, poet and pacifist! Lovely one! Hope 4th July was good for you. Mine was spent remembering!
Thank you, Noel. I had a lovely fourth. I do hope some of those memories made you smile, a little.
very nice take for the holiday as i shoot a volley over to you. have a great day on this day after the 4th:))
Thanks Don–hope you had a nice one! I am such a sucker for all that boom and brightness…
A lovely snapshot, took me straight to the environment. I loved the closing lines.
Thanks so much, Steven š glad you liked!
Glad you enjoyed the fireworks! Like being a kid again yeah?
Yes! It was all I could do not to roll down the rough of the club green with my son š
I love those last few lines…
Karin, thanks! You and Steven like what I liked best about the poem–thanks for sharing!
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you know what to do. said i wasn’t gonna tell you guys…but i’m telling ya anyway.
Awww, thanks, hon–I am so very honored!
If only we embraced only the benign and not the belligerent. Good one.
Thanks, Nelle š
It is, at least, a beautiful use of that powder.
Isn’t it magnificent to see that we can put to use anything either for good or bad? You’re that magic!Really! Thank you dear~Deb
Thanks so much, Deb…