Fireworks

Fireworks ablaze
sounds more like a war
or an avalanche to me
	be careful, be safe.

Tis no new year
with all around, omicron here,
	even so,
I see no good tidings, 
just simply,
	people calls,
and rejection notes,

One 
	after
		the 
			other ...
					… ...
					... ... … ... ... ... …
							... ... ... ... ... ...
	Up, up, up,
		down, down, down, 
no paper hats in war zones or torn families there only to taunt and smolder.

Fireworks all ablaze,
I wonder why,
	as the electricity runs out there,
	as our pocketbooks are demanded to be more here, 
	as the music stops at sunrise,
	as the cries begin at sundown,

Does the clock ever stop ticking?

Will we ever find that kindness we keep saying exists?

I'd rather think 
	yes, 
		while I lay anguish near the dark hole in my moving sands. 

Fireworks all ablaze, a contrast to Mother Earth still agonizing over what we did.

“An Apérol spritz for ye! Merry merry folk!” December 2021, Strasbourg, France. ©le_chah_errant

Hi all! Here is the last of our December poetry and the last of 2021. We hope you enjoy these as much as we do and we hope to see you in the coming weeks and the coming months.

Stay safe.