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July 4 Fireworks, 2020

by Vita


Black and amber,

Gold and gray,

The smoke of our souls

In branching trails.

The brilliance of our passion

Threw into grim relief

The pieces of our peace,

Broken, bleeding.

...

And we welcomed it,

Sang out:

Surround us

You brilliant chorus of lights

Tapestry of sound

Cast shards of daylight

Across our upturned countenances

Burst bombs in air

A celebration of a nation

A foundation of oppression

Was there blood in the gutters

When we

Were too focused on the sky

The rushing, roaring sky

The bursting, living sky,

To see it?

...

And we spun under the stars,

The heavens made dim

By the spectacle of earth,

We

Set fire to the sky.

We aimed for the moon

We burned out halfway up

In a colored kiss.

And we

Went mad for it

This circus of lights

Silenced by the majesty

Of a fractured thing

...

And we knew

That the dream was twisted

Don’t think

We hadn’t seen the cracks,

We knew

What a nightmare

We had created in our blindness

We were not oblivious

We had not gone deaf

We had only heard it

A thousand times before

And that was worse

But we knew,

Oh yes, we knew,

What horrors this dream

Could bring.

But in this hopeful, hazy moment

It was beautiful.

...

And we reveled in it

We whooped and cried out,

We threw our arms wide,

Knowing,

That all across

This land of bruised hearts:

The lifting of weary heads,

From the mourning of the dead

Cheering, cursing, begging

Deliver us!

You land of a thousand dreams

Take this burden

Keep your promise

Set us free!

...

And we heard them,

And yet,

We were so transfixed

That when

The rockets fell to earth

We only stumbled

Drunk on a thousand colored flames

Back to the silver quiet of our homes

And for all our wonder

We could not help but ask:

How many more lives will that passion take?

That screaming, self-important passion

That we so cheered for,

Barely a breath ago

How many must fall

For this countries sake,

With so many already gone?

...

Black and amber,

Gold and gray,

The smoke of our souls

In branching trails.

The brilliance of our passion

Threw into grim relief

The pieces of our peace,

Broken, bleeding.


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Mon Jul 06, 2020 12:58 pm
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The irony and subtle sarcasm in your poem was commendable.I really loved how you interwined the American dream and celebration of excellence with the evils plaguing the society like rascism, mass school shootings etc. I really enjoyed every stanza of the poem, and as the poem progressed it kept getting darker and darker, ending with a thundering crescendo.




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Hi there! Your poem was pretty powerful and interesting to read. I'm pretty sure you're trying to bring light to current events and it's amazing that you're expressing it creatively in a way many people can enjoy. The imagery you included in the poem was pretty powerful overall. One thing is that you started new lines in a few places unnecessarily, but aside from that it was a great poem overall!
Keep up the great writing!




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Ah this definitely went in a direction I wasn't expecting - there's a lot of complexity between the comparison of the fireworks to the nation's founding and you get at some of the bitter themes of revolution and violence within the independence day nationhood story.

Strangely enough when I first joined YWS I wrote a poem with very similar themes and your poem reminded me of it -> A Long Time Ago

A couple formatting things:

You had some really short/awkward line breaks, you don't want to break a line so that there isn't any important content in it - you want to break lines in more natural places where you would pause in speech - like in clauses, or phrases, unless you're purposely breaking them for effect like with enjambment.

Some examples of awkward linebreaks:
"And we/"
went mad"

"we knew
what a nightmare"

"sang out
surround us"

^ those are just not natural places to pause, I'd try reading the poem outloud and try hitting a table or take a 1 second pause at each line break and you'll see sort of how that is effecting the flow of the piece.

Another formatting thing - is when you use a formatting method for emphasis - like italics or bold or underline, it looses it's emphatic effect if overused. So I think when you have such a large section in italics it really loses it's usefullness.

Now for the content of the poem itself - it seems to be told from the perspective of someone considering the fourth of july fireworks and then reflecting on all the violence and bloodshed between not just independence day but also other violence conflicts the nation has been involved in. I think you could be a bit more specific actually on what conflicts you're trying to bring attention to; that would give a bit more weight to your piece. I did like that the light / firework / drama theme sort of carried through the rest of the poem, and then you had good continuity at the end by closing with a piece about fireworks and a broken peace. That really made the poem come full circle and gave good closure to the piece.

I think my favorite passage is this one:

We

Set fire to the sky.

We aimed for the moon

We burned out halfway up


I love the turn of imagery there and the metaphor of goals that are not realized but instead really don't work out at all how they are planned - sort of like nation forming. I'd love to see a few more of these creative imagery turns in the poem. I think it felt a bit long in the middle section, because it didn't feel like new things were being said after the premise was revealed, but I did really like that section which seemed to move the poem back towards specificity.

Overall, a unique theme for a poem, and some good imagery and phrasing throughout. I'd like to read more of your work!

Keep writing!

~alliyah

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