#1363 The Confetti Never Landed

They were erased, the
confetti never landed,
history’s losers

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We waited but the
Confetti never landed,
Swallowed by the wind.
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A poem by @whispers615 that reads: You are a world away. A man of the home, but obscured in walls of thorn. With your last breath blown like a dandelion confetti without a place to land, where will your optimism go? How will you spread seeds of joy past your mind’s eye? I wonder how deep a well you wish in and how many coins you have tossed in- a beggar, a lost man, a castaway.

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Cheers frozen on lips,
Pink glitter hangs up high,
As... Silence... fills the room.

😔 💔

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& on New Year's Eve,
we sat together & drank
to all the absurdities this year,
all the atrocities & stupidities.
We laughed before the toast
(what else could we do,
& better than to cry),
& we laughed so much,
the confetti never landed.

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Ignoring the noise
As the voices rose
They chose to
Celebrate a
Turn of fate
To alleviate a
Responsibility
To those
Below the smoke
Choking on
Tiny bits of paper
As the floor
Met us halfway

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The Confetti Curse Even though it was pouring, Mum said: "You’ve got to have confetti." She’d learnt her lesson about rice at the last wedding, when she nearly blinded my cousin’s new husband. Always environmentally conscious, she didn’t want the old kind: sturdy stuff that clogs drains and kills ducks. So we chose the rice paper kind, vibrant little horseshoes and bells in pink, yellow, and green. Biodegradable joy in a cardboard tube. She threw it high into the rain. But the confetti never landed. It melted. A rainbow of sticky pulp targeted the soggy bride, melding with her veil, hair, and dress, gluing together a disaster no one had ordered. Streaking across white satin like a protest banner against matrimony itself, turning coiffured hair into a clumpy sculpture of regret and ruined lacquer. I whisked Mum away to the pub function room, where the photographs were taken in the dry. The bride looked furious, confetti welded to her like badges of misfortune. Every picture a portrait of her annoyance, while my mother beamed at her achievement. Tradition upheld. Planet safe. Bride ruined.

My mom is always a good source for poems. This is a true story (sorry, it's a bit long and small writing, the full poem is in the alt text).

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Hello everyone.

The #blueskyrelay prompt for November 30 is #theconfettineverlanded
“the confetti never landed”

Eric @madp03t.bsky.social is the #BlueSkyRelay host
November 26-December 2.

Thank you for your fabulous posts!🐬🏝️🐳

The wedding cake
never cut
#theconfettineverlanded
the speeches
never given
the dress
never worn
the dreams
never realized

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Naked and shiv’ring in nature’s perfection; a midnight walk of barren complexion. Locked in an ideal pain cannot repeal. I cherish the middle, the optimist’s laugh but confetti ne’er lands in that path. Nothing to celebrate. All I see is hate. A dream broken by night. No sense of what could be right. And alone at last I see what’s past: the crimes the lines the worst of times. The vanity of “me, me me.” How manipulation came to be. Waging war without caring what for while my loud cries you did ignore. Why couldn’t I be someone worth fighting for? Why couldn’t you think I was more? When the cracks are so large we all fall through and keep on staring up at you, are they cracks after all or are they just fissures? Volcanoes ready to blow. If you think on it you might know.

Nov. 30th #Prompt #Poem

Naked and #shiv’ring in #nature’s #perfection;
a #midnight #walk...

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#emoetry #optimism
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#firewords280 #barren #shivering

“the confetti never landed” #theconfettineverlanded
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