Make a Wish #birthdays #poetry

happy birthdaySo many bright memories

when we were young

if I could  pull one string

memories would unravel and sing

Your favorite cake cut, 16 pieces

somehow shattered the moment

no one could understand

inside you cried

kaleidoscopic do they turn

island letters on soup can labels

and crushes on boys

such are a young girl’s toys

the merry-go-round up and downs

so many presents still to be wrapped

burning late Christmas Eve light

sharing dreams long into the night

 the stability you gave

 my life in chaos

much more than absurd

no one could love just hurt

I offer you a wish over many miles

you deserve candles

and  so much more

I’m bringing chocolate cake to your door

This poem is written for a good friend who put up with so many of my highs and lows (in life.)

Blessings to you Lorodd, you deserve the best.

Photography: Moondust Designs 2014. (The shot is a candle in front of my Christmas tree.)

 

 

Winter Dreams in Color #haiku #holiday #poem

This week I love to challenge you all a bit more to write a short chained poem with a maximum of eight stanza following the classical rules (5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7; 5-7-5; 7-7) and your last stanza (classically called “ageku”) has to close the chain by associating on the first stanza. Of course you don’t need to use the classical syllables count, but that’s up to you.
Not an easy task I think, but therefore I give you all 24 hours instead of 18 hours … So you have to write a chained poem (Renga) of maximum eight (8) stanza inspired on the image and the prompt WINTER WONDERLAND within 24 hours.

Camellia+2

My eyes open

crystals lace eyelashes

the world is white

I fold back winter’s blanket

I am warmed by the sight

*

Reaching in a dream

entranced by small set of prints

walking on sugar

ballerina takes my hand

I am dressed like a swan

*

Effortless we sail

glassy waters before us

I drop a feather

red beauty falls to earth

contrast against my white world

*

Light is the breeze

feather and red petal dance

nature’s pas de deux

my eyes flutter closed

echos long a wonderland song

The_Red_Ballet_Shoe_by_xxkattieer

The Red Ballet Shoes are from Deviant Art

Today’s prompt from Kristjaan at Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem is a complicated but fun one for the season.

I also celebrate this my 1700th post at Word Press!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Look Up #poetry #devotion

 

wright

They looked up to the sky

wondering how the birds might

Men in their minds worked

puzzling over to flight

Time after time they tried

always another glitch

falling apart at the seams

so unlike the finch

trials they persevered

eager to gain height

broken bones and wings

brothers were named Wright

higher and higher we fly

looking beyond the loon

forging a further frontier

what marvel to walk on the moon

***

It took commitment (day in and day out) for men who wanted to fly to build that dream. It takes (daily) commitment, a focus forward, and stamina to strive toward a relationship with our God.

“Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead.”

Philippians 3:13

 

Shared today with the folks at Poet’s United Poetry Pantry.

 

Beneath the Tree #4 #gifts #poor #poetry

This year I get to play Santa

gifts come in and up the stairs

our small organization has year round elves

A craft store donates wrapping paper

somehow the day before Christmas

several families still had a need

and presents there were extra

wrapping needed with some speed

this part is the fun part

gathering with my best friends

they had plenty of their own

“who needs to go to bed?”

and so we wrapped til dawn’s light

like Santa and his elves

now we do the deliveries

little thinking of ourselves

to hear the squeals of children

presents, foods brings them delight

I catch the look in adult eyes

their holiday now is bright

I tuck away the memories

a smile behind each one

and hug the spirit of Christmas

“God Bless us Everyone”

christmas carol

Christmas Carol book cover

 

Charles Dickens apparently saw the disparity between the poor and the rich.  “A Christmas Carol” speaks to the spirit of giving. There is much joy in seeing the joy in a child’s eye when they see goodness and kindness wrapped in a bow.

I guess I’m on a 12 days of Christmas role writing about the stuff that you’ll rarely see staged on the front page of the Newspaper. I’ve been in the “poor recipient” category and I’ve been the person who gets to bring the gifts to the family in “need.” Each of these “stories” are true with the hope that this Spirit of Christmas that Dickens talked about will prevail!

Holiday Cheer #scrooge #postaday #Christmas

A Christmas Carol Illustration 1938

Portrait of Scrooge by Everett Shinn

 

There I was out in the cold (again.)

Do the people who ask for holiday donations for the poor really know what it is like for us?

Do they do it so they can feel better when they sit down to a big fat goose?

I can’t wish them ill really I can’t. I just wish my belly could for one day a year be filled with something that didn’t come out of a can.

I would love to have one gift (even if it was fruitcake) that was wrapped with a red ribbon that I could spend a half hour opening.

I’m not that much different than you. Well yes my face is dirty and I’m missing a tooth (or two), but we all want similar things (warm beds, food for the kids, and a loving smile to say goodnight to.)

That’s not what you look forward to?

Ah yes you are part of the Scrooge Tide. It never changes just the amount that jangles in the pocket. During Ebenezer’s time, it was probably a jumble of coins worth fifty dollars (or 30 pound sterling). Now the sound is the inaudible click of plastic rubbing against plastic. Hmmm what is your credit limit? 2o,000, 100,000 for each card, unlimited…????

My limit is $10. No, that is not per day – that is per month. They all hoped I would just give up, dig the hole myself, and throw myself in it.

Not yet! You Scrooges out there with your long noses and beady eyes – your time will come!! Plastic cards will be worth nothing and you will be unable to rub them together to stay warm.

I’d like to toast you then with some holiday cheer. But we will wait. There is plenty of holly where I live to decorate the halls and I’m more than willing to share my can opener…

 

christmas carol title page

 

Today’s prompt at WordPress daily writing prompt is Ready Set Go. Take ten minutes and just write – then post. I did take a moment to correct spelling errors but aside from that this is a straight write.

Photograph images are of my copy of A Christmas Carol circa 1938.

Beneath the Tree #3 #elderly #Christmas #poetry

elderly woman

Sitting in a chair

watching the door for days

turkey smells are old

something in her memory plays

closets all are opened

every ornament has a place

this big house is empty

ghosts in too many a space

Sitting in a chair

she ticks the number of gifts

her grandchildren are grown

more often she forgets

eggnog fills the frig

the doctor doesn’t need to know

one person who likes fruitcake

welcomes flurries of snow

Sitting in a chair

my children come over to bake

bringing Christmas cheer

tho family will arrive very late

no matter how much money he left

he couldn’t promise her a wreath

their children have their lives

big house brings lonely grief

on Christmas Eve we hope

the family will arrive

we done our best with festive

and their mother’s still alive

beneath the tree

I spent so many years carrying for the elderly and one thing is consistent: they wait looking at the door like a forlorn dog. Some family shows up (eventually) others send a card or plant in their stead. There are edges to Christmas that are sad and lonely.  If you have the ability to spill a little light into another’s holiday – Please Do!!!

Beneath the Tree #2

Beneath the Tree #1