'This Ain't Some Cheesy Hallmark Flick' was another December Poetry Prompt from #kadsandcollectiveprompts on Instagram that didn't place. I always found Christmas to be the most hypocritical time of the year, and the Hallmark flicks rub more salt in that wound.
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'December Dreaming' was a submission to #kadsandcollectiveprompts December Poetry Prompts on Instagram. Unfortunately, it didn't place, but I got some good feedback on this response to this interpretation to Hans Christian Anderson's 'The Little Match Girl'.
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WINTER’S QUIET RECKONING
December feels snowed-in this year — frost on the glass, sorrow in the stockings, and a midnight hush that sings its own quiet carol. Even darkness glows if you stay long enough to see it.
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A poem in three stanzas of five lines each Cold Moon Obit Believe me when I say, I like broken things shells in glass boxes and tiny black sharks teeth, bent bottlecaps through the dryer. They used to swim out, farther than waves, as girls strollered him through Wadsworth with bows in his hair. But it could all end in a chat about costs— somebody’s friend’s lawyer on retainer, Missouri to Memphis in six hours. Maybe they’ll give you a barstool, remembrance with a nameplate. The edges of my fingers break. Is this what old age feels like, everything dry and cracking? All the compositions are perfect now— mechanically clean and soulless. But I want to know what makes you feel squishy, family traditions, the hair’s soft beast. This is how my mind works I don’t want machines to do it for me. Promise to show me your imperfections, the room where they’ll need to tear up the floor.
A poem for today about at least three things
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december feels different this year —
not loud, not overwhelming,
just quietly asking me to try again.
i’m not expecting magic…
just softer days, slower breath,
and a version of me that doesn’t feel so tired anymore. 🌙☕✨
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november felt heavy in ways i wasn’t prepared for… but it also taught me the things i kept avoiding — the truths i needed to face, the softness i kept delaying.
and now, with december here, i’m choosing gentler days… and a gentler version of me. ☕✨
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february chill. snow falls. peacock. december though, with poems. bass. keys. enter jan.
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