temporary life fleeting moments flesh and blood spirit lives onward
I came up with a writing or poetry prompt yesterday, which inspired this poem today. The prompt is “temporary.” You may use it however you like. If you create anything with this prompt, I’d love to see it!
When I was a child, my mother and father would take my younger sister and me to see fireworks for the Fourth of July celebrations. I was not too fond of the loud noises because they startled me. So, I would always cover my ears with my hands to avoid the terrible sounds. The pyrotechnics were pleasant to observe visually, nevertheless.
These days, as an adult, I avoid fireworks whenever I can. To this day, when an unexpected bang is heard in the house as neighbors light fireworks, I jump in my seat. But, I still try to shield my ears. I’m just like the many pets that feel anxiety because of fireworks.
Luckily, I live in a condo, and the homeowners’ association has banned fireworks in the neighborhood. However, in surrounding blocks, some people light them, so I am not free from them entirely. The good news is that our two kitties do not seem to be bothered by them.
Fireworks are unavoidable. They happen every year and sometimes without warning. Occasionally, randomly they will occur throughout the year as people use their leftovers. It never fails that I get startled, especially when the fireworks are unexpected. I would be better off without fireworks, and I’m sure many furry or feathered creatures would agree with me.