constructing poetry (Book) https://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/2081410 I am born as the world weepsâ warming snow laden eavesâice tears formed and caught a moment out of time. from such a sorrowful genesis, it is strange to me, sometimes, that they try to remake meâ tinsel and lights and polymers with long names and awful smells that catch on their hands and lingerâ they try and fail to shine like me. I catch rainbows in the sunlight weeping for joy and fearâ each drop diminishes me. each drop makes me ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 21 Dec 2018 23:32:02 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947953 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947953 Iâm calm, so calm. too calm, entering the room not slamming the door behind me, deliberate movements. only with the door closed and locked, with the soundproofing guaranteed in place, do I finally scream all the things I didnât say, I wanted to say. I shouldnât say because I really do love her and I really want whatâs best for her but why does she have to stamp on each and every nerveâbeing around her is like a hammer to the funny bone. ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 20 Dec 2018 23:44:57 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947900 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947900 my dear Mattie, in the back of my head, youâre still the toddler bouncing off the walls, yellow curls flying, sitting in the middle of a mess with the sweetest, (most devilish) grin on your face. I know youâve grown, but nine years difference is a difficult gap to master. I was away, living my life when you took your first headlong rush into adulthood. but I see you now, with children of your own. your daughter is nineâgrowing so fast, so wel...[Read Full Post] Wed, 19 Dec 2018 23:56:46 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947842 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947842 on each Christmas midnight when lists are all done and the air fills with candy canes, chocolate and plums, and drooping white eyebrows are ready for bedâ one last gift nestles deeply in Santaâs red sled. itâs small but itâs precious and sealed with a kiss by a helper who studied her own special list, yes, this last gift: a poem, which I folded with care is for ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 18 Dec 2018 23:17:02 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947770 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947770 my toy store is magicâ I fill it with joy and laughter and fun stuff for all girls and boys who manage to find a small sign: Rhyssaâs Toys. I wrote it in purple surrounded by gold and parked in a dream where it grew, uncontrolledâ to be a safe harbor for hearts, never old. you see, my business is all about dreamsâ and people who seek them, eyes wide and agleam. thatâs why thereâs no ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 18 Dec 2018 01:08:18 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947721 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947721 It is next week, and I wake before my alarm at what my phone tells me is way too early in the morning. But I canât go back to bed because it is Christmas and my back aches with helping Santa until roughly four hours ago. In our house, Santa leaves the ribbons to be tied and curled under the tree so they donât get crushed in his bag. The last part of Christmas Eve is sitting with my sisters under the tree, curling and tying as fast as we...[Read Full Post] Sun, 16 Dec 2018 18:15:38 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947601 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947601 I cried when they left meâ seven souls in a big blue van heading east again while I stayed behind. I was eighteen. I wanted college. I even wanted to be so far away, but watching them go I remembered how much Iâd miss themâMama and Daddy. Joyce and Rachel, Lorenzo and Madeline, and Rose. she was only two, learning new words and living at a run. so sweet. would she even remember me? six months is an eternity for a young woman who never had bee...[Read Full Post] Sun, 16 Dec 2018 01:54:50 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947574 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947574 it appeared one rainy afternoon, set down an alley with antiques in the windows and a sign, painted glossy red and gold: âYe Olde Christmas Magick,â and it drew me in because randomly misspelled words designed to simulate archaic-isms make me laugh and because my list was still lacking checkmarks beside very important names (including yours). the door rang in tune as it opened for me, a rel...[Read Full Post] Sat, 15 Dec 2018 01:28:58 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947484 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947484 they say when Christmas bells ring midnight, the animals break from their feeding to stargazeâ and see angels singing. at the sound, their tongues are loosed, and if you are still awake (waiting for the sound of reindeer hooves or a distant laugh), you can hear them speaking. animals are wise on a Christmas midnight. they speak great truths of futures...[Read Full Post] Fri, 14 Dec 2018 01:14:08 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947426 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947426 eighteen years ago I first saw Memphisâsprawling on top of the bluff, the mighty Mississippi a dark shadow below. the streets meandered along forgotten cow paths and I thought about the timeâ eighteen months beforeâ when I left the wheel of DC for Englandâs green hills and ordered hedgerows. Memphis gave me my first salary and my first flash flood and my first time coming home to the news that my house had been burgle...[Read Full Post] Thu, 13 Dec 2018 00:32:48 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947367 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947367 today I got a Christmas card with magic Christmas powerâ you see, I peeled the envelope and slipped back many hours and days, and years until I found myself inside the card, riding on a one horse sleigh into a church courtyard. the horseâs harness rang with bells, the sleigh was robin red, to keep me warm I had a fur confection on my head, the churchâs windows gave a glowâ âtwas clearly ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 12 Dec 2018 00:34:36 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947310 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947310 our tree is replete with starlight, golds, silvers, redsâ chiming bells, whispering tinsel, candy canes, garlandsâbeads, greenery, ornamentsâ glass, brass, cinnamon sticks, embroidery, yarn Mamaâs nativitiesâMary, Joseph, baby. everything palpably symbolic: Christ is center. line count: 12 *Prompt 18*...[Read Full Post] Mon, 10 Dec 2018 23:53:57 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947263 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947263 youâve said goodbye, but I got this feeling inside my bones that you love me now and I feel the same way. I need more hours with youâthatâs why I lurk outside your window, showing up at your workplace, calling those idiots you try to replace me with. but if you really want me, youâre running out of time. Iâm not a stalker. baby I still see you. everywhere I go, I see your face all made up and looking like a princessâ it haunts me, like the scen...[Read Full Post] Mon, 10 Dec 2018 00:14:14 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947208 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947208 they gave us five whole days to say goodbye, long hours standing by his cradle, long minutes trying to find words. sometimes there are no words. we spent eternities singing lullabies to ears that should have heard us. less than a week should not last eonsâit should be so much more than...[Read Full Post] Sat, 08 Dec 2018 23:26:47 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947135 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947135 I wasnât hungry until the phone rang, and the mean, smug voice at the end of the line told me she was at the patisserie, smelling them, buying one, putting one into her mouth, and my mouth watered with anticipation, and I wanted one NOW! but England is so far away, and in the Southern United States, other foods rule (although Iâve never really understood the appeal of ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 08 Dec 2018 00:11:48 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947044 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/947044 she asked me: what is love? and I paused, trying to describe chocolate brown hugs, and harmonic silvers singing together, and dragon green words flowing together, and sharing peals of sunrise gold and pink laughter--together. finally, I explained: when it has just rained over a desert and breaking through clouds comes our sunâs ginger yellow heat, baking it dry again, thatâs when our world smells blue like love: itâs a blue of clear...[Read Full Post] Fri, 07 Dec 2018 00:00:43 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946987 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946987 I brought him home just yesterdayâ and mayhem did ensue. but he goes on the naughty list for chewing on my shoe. last night he left his cozy bedâ to curl himself in mine, I woke to those colossal snores and that endearing whine. I left him be so I could showerâ he met me at the door, with puppy great big eyes imploring...[Read Full Post] Tue, 16 Feb 2021 18:45:08 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946925 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946925 ten months old. she spent the season exploring the houseâ discovering paper and ribbons, toys hidden in the corners where Mama had stowed them for Santaâs approval. she could climb and adored the new game called unwrapping, tearing with little fingers and draping herself in glittering remnants, while Mama sighed and wrapped again, trying to find some new hiding place. Christmas dawned. all the packages gathered together under the tree, but s...[Read Full Post] Wed, 05 Dec 2018 00:46:16 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946870 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946870 winter landscapeâ snow, icicles. wind bites. cold chafes. red cheeks, brittle lashes. suddenlyâmiracle appears. reindeer stomp, snort. Yule log burns. charcoal bags await naughty children. elves dream impossible toys. Father Christmas welcomesâ hot chocolate ambrosia, iced cookies, milk, random carrots. everyone working. pick up toolsâ knit blond doll wig,...[Read Full Post] Mon, 03 Dec 2018 23:45:08 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946801 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946801 I hear that the blizzard will linger for daysâ but we shouldnât careâ we are on holiday! weâre all done with shopping. our cupboards are full. weâve plenty of water and needles and wool. our medicineâs stocked and our blankets are many and Iâve been to the libraryâ books, we have plenty. I hear that theyâre planning to measure in feet, but why should we care? we both here, off the street. weâve plenty of wood and the fire is brightâ even...[Read Full Post] Sun, 02 Dec 2018 21:42:00 EST https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946740 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/946740