Posted in Poetry

Shooting Stars, a poem


Fireworks

Shooting Stars

 

Light spirals in a black sky,
the signatures we write,
holding our breaths as the tubes
of sparkling white fade
into the dark, all there is of us.

Nights from now, when we
must look past the mirror’s wrinkles,
to deep inside the cone-shaped fibers
that window what is left
of bottle rockets whizzing and ice cream
dribbling, unbidden, down
sticky, happy chins,

what once spun in bursts of fire
so far above us, will thrum again
in the saucered orbs of our children,

those who know the joy
of standing at the precipice edge,
arms flung wide, the belief in loving hands
outstretched to catch them,
all they need to fall.

 

Ramona Levacy
June 1, 2013

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Author:

I am a 40-something Texan with a feisty cat and a supportive husband of 20 years. With a Master's degree in English with an emphasis on creative writing, I have taught creative writing at Texas Tech, won awards for my writing and been blessed to be mentored by Horn Professor and poet Dr. Walt McDonald. I earn a living by helping my husband's family run a health food store, but my avocation is writing. I hope you enjoy reading about some of my triumphs and tragedies as I continue to work on figuring out what life is all about and on growing my ability to share my writing. May your own journey be a blessed one.

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