Hey, I think it's very neat to see a poem here and there. I'll do my best to run through and talk about my immediate initial interpretations of the lines, not that they're too cryptic.
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Ebony and ivory
7 - Black and white, perhaps the night sky and stars? Perhaps the name of the song that began playing to a fireworks show?
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The colour of the sound she plays
8 - Color of sound, this is an interesting passage because it could mean many things. Maybe it's the color of absence before the fireworks launch?
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The colour of the moon and night
8 - A nice pointing towards a blank night sky.
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The colour of the sea in sight
8 - Perhaps a blue shade, or maybe a blue-green?
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The colour of her prim delight
8 - Is this the color of primrose? Ha, or perhaps a candy like a Turkish Delight? That was my first thought.
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Pounding, gunfire on the fronts
8 - Naturally, fireworks can be quite noisy.
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Harsh, violet, a storm within my chest.
10 - A purple hue, and commentary on the thumping that the loud blasts can evoke within one's body.
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The blue of shattered glass, a shattered love
10 - Although glass is usually clear, maybe a stained glass? And isn't it interesting how the explosion of a firework can spread like a broken glass? But what is this love?
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And the blue of her eyes, shining.
8 - Is she the love? Is this speaking to the memories that can be made during fireworks and can sometimes return when experiencing them?
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Green, like the grass beneath our feet
8 - A nice descriptor.
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And the grass on the other side.
8 - A more keener descriptor with interesting depth and emphasis.
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Orange, like rekindled fire
8 - Rekindled, as opposed to freshly kindled. Perhaps more memories?
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Gold, like the ring within my pocket.
9 - Perhaps a call to the notion of using nights like those filled with fireworks as an event for a milestone of life.
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Stillness, and then
4 - The trope of a moment of silence before a climax of sorts.
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Red, the colour of her smile
8 - A stunning image of ruby lips? From lipstick?
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Like the blossoming of a rose across the sky.
12 - Thus, fireworks burst, like sped-up videos of flowers in bloom.
Well, that was a nice bit of fun. I really enjoyed reading through this, I feel like, as someone who enjoys a nice fireworks display, that there's a lot to relate to, between the colors and the shapes, and the feelings that come up. I noted the pace in syllables next to each passage, mostly hovering around 8 per line. It occasionally deviated, but I still found it pleasant enough.
Thanks for submitting this, it's always nice to read something from you, Yanker.