Fireworks

Red, yellow, blue.
The fireworks in the sky 
Go crackle boom-
And mother-
Like a child,
Scurries
To her room-
For the sounds 
Remind her of
Shootings in Beirut
Bombings in Batroun
Other mothers sobbing over their
Children’s tombs
The fireworks in the sky
Go crackle boom-
And the city celebrates
As my mother’s
Cold heart
(Iced with fiery war-)
Thaws with gloom.

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Kevin Semeniuk

Date: 12/20/2010 7:55:00 PM

great poem!! a great choice of words to lay out your images! thank you so much for checkin out and leaving such nice words on my poetry!

Bozhidar Pangelov

Date: 12/20/2010 12:52:00 PM

In this case, it is simply impossible to make a cool analysis of poetic technique Shootings in Beirut Bombings in Batroun provided that As my mother's Cold heart

Paul James

Date: 12/11/2010 8:27:00 AM

This is a striking poem, Maya; it says so much about the trauma of war.