Tim Philippart | No more skyrockets

SkyrocketI took fireworks away from me that year.
Didn’t deserve them anymore.
One deed
shattered dreams,
disappointed everyone,
earned hate.
A failed life doesn’t merit
giant Chrysanthemums or
bursting stars.
On the fourth,
distant pyrotechnics remained
black, white and silent, in
forever purgatory.
The fuse of penance sputters.

Tim Philippart sold his business, retired to write and discovered that wasn’t very retired at all. He ghost blogs, writes poetry, nonfiction and an occasional magazine piece.  Send emails to timphilippart@yahoo.com and visit www.imaginiscent.net.

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