This is a photo of my family’s Christmas tree this year, along with the angel that we always put at the top. We have had this angel for as long as I can remember, probably since before I was born.
The angel came to announce
The nativity of salvation,
Not for those already virtuous
But for those willing to renounce
Their pride, to trust
In the Creator of creation:
Glorious is the Incarnation!
The one year (that I can recall) that my family did not put up our tree, along with the angel, is when we spent Christmas with my grandparents. That year, we chopped down a tree ourselves and topped it with a Santa hat.
I wrote this last night, after Thanksgiving dinner, once my family had gone home, and the rest of us retreated to our own activities. I’m not 100% happy with the ending, but I am sharing it now for FOWC: Fidelity, since the moon has such fidelity as a poetic muse, for me and countless others. I write about the moon so often that there is a category on my blog for “poems about the moon.”
Left to dissolve to nothing,
Life is a vapor quickly
Leaving almost no traces.
Leaves tumble from autumn trees
Listless, dead in whisp’ring wind,
Lethe takes memories — so
Light from stars must say goodbye.
Yesterday, my friend had a small party, and one of the activities we did was paint along to a Bob Ross painting tutorial. I had heard of him but never tried one of those videos. Anyway, my finished painting inspired this free-verse poem, because it is not very good! I’m rather embarrassed about it (so I am sharing it with the internet 😂). Continue reading →
For DVerse Poetics, we are writing about November: What does it mean to you? What does it remind you of? I wrote a 9-line poem, like an etheree but with 9 instead of 10 lines, because “novem-” means “nine.” Also linked with FOWC: Anticipate. Thanks to Sanaa for the DVerse prompt and for inspiring the title.