Not All That Glistens
Poppy’s Prompt #12
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Another year I watch the tinsel glisten on the tree.
Challenging the beauty of the stars hanging carelessly in the sky.
I am moved by the scent of gingerbread lingering in the room, stirring my senses, and begging my mind to wander.
The mistletoe weeps, abandoned and unemployed. Calling new lovers to fall under its magical wonder.
Deeply I swim, draped in moments of your memory
The darkness of midnight bears witness to our gathering, as you circle my mind.
Not unlike the wreath on my door, welcoming a new season, alone.
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (8)
I love the personification of the mistletoe and that ending was so well done!
Love your poetry!💖
Thank you for your poetry!💕💗
You covered about everything of the season, mistletoe, gingerbread, wreaths, and tinsel. Great poem - well done.
Well done!
I really love this! It was well written and had a great flow. I really enjoy reading what you write, you're a very good writer!
Love the image of the stars hanging carelessly in the sky. This was heartbreakingly good.
This was so poignant yet so beautifully written. Loved your poem!