Fireworks
Acrid, aflame, again, air all back bark,
billowing black blooms, bottle bulbs,
burn burst but cheer: clear
cold come cores dark down; dozen drifting,
each encouraging. Fall feeds fiery flash
from growing hastily, hiss holds ignite in in
into invisible, just keenly living minutes; mist moments,
not ones others over
over, pale paper pop powder quarter
release rising river rockets rumble, scored,
sections seem shape shells
sixty sizzling slows some spheres sputtering
star-blotting stitches storm tendril threads
through-tumble turn turn
turn under up: volley-watts,
wheels which wicks willows wreckage.
Acrid, aflame, again, air all back bark,
billowing black blooms, bottle bulbs,
burn burst but cheer: clear
cold come cores dark down; dozen drifting,
each encouraging. Fall feeds fiery flash
from growing hastily, hiss holds ignite in in
into invisible, just keenly living minutes; mist moments,
not ones others over
over, pale paper pop powder quarter
release rising river rockets rumble, scored,
sections seem shape shells
sixty sizzling slows some spheres sputtering
star-blotting stitches storm tendril threads
through-tumble turn turn
turn under up: volley-watts,
wheels which wicks willows wreckage.
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X, Y & Z are difficult letters to rhyme, huh?
Posted by: Liz | October 07, 2009 at 05:12 PM
Not rhyme per se. This is just kind of a one-off poem. It's a variant of the Abecedarian form. In this poem, every word is alphabetically ordered. Meaning word 2 falls between word 1 and 3, while word 3 falls between 2 and 4. I thought it would work well with a staccato rhythm - so, fireworks.
Posted by: Scoplaw | October 07, 2009 at 07:26 PM