Fireworks

Fireworks

 

A mile in my shoes,

Here is how it goes;

A day on the edge of sanity

-far from reality.

Ideas become life,

fruitful and ripe.

Delusions of mortality they say,

for I refuse

the light of day.

Night comes,

off goes

that fuse!

Author's Note

The mind of a writer!

Reviews

[Frieda P]

This has a tangible feel to it, was expecting those fireworks to explode! Nice one...

[Inda]

Thank you Frieda means a lot that you took the time! :)

[Frieda P]

The pleasure was mine Inda. :-)

[plainme]

'off goes that fuse', that's a perfect end line to finish your latest batch of poems! To them all, hats off!

[Inda]

Thank you!

[Baby Ricochet]

Great rhymes Inda. Thank you............

[Inda]

thank you!

[Knightingale]

Relatable once again. I feel like this came from within my own mind. Thank you again. I think you'd enjoy my poem Rainy Mornings.

[s y e]

Another great write, Inda - you're on a roll!