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POEM STARTER
Write a poem with the title 'Season’s Greetings'.
While this phrase is usually applied to winter, consider other seasons (perhaps seasons of life) that you might want to greet!
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Snow pours down upon the Earth,
The children laugh and play,
The radio sings songs of mirth,
All through the day.
The Christmas bells are ringing now,
The world is full of glee,
But this heart of mine knows nothing now,
But misery.
Today, this Christmas, you are not here,
You’ve gone to a land far, far away,
And since the day you disappeared,
I’m not the same.
I am but a woman lost at s...
Season’s Greetings - the world is bright and loud, but full of so much promise.
Season’s Greetings - you fall and skin your knee, comforted by your mother’s love.
Season’s Greetings - books replace toys and studying replaces play, the real world begins.
Season’s Greetings - you leave the warmth of your mother’s love and emerge into the world on your own.
Season’s Greetings - the world had ...
Centre-Val de Loire, France, 1996
I couldn’t help but glance down at the ring on my finger once again.
My hand joined with his, our rings clinked together with every adjustment of his grip as we proceeded down the aisle for a second time.
First ascending as two, and now descending as one. Two bodies, one heart joined together endlessly by love.
And truly it was vœux de fin d’année. Vœux aux sai...
Seasons greetings,
There are so many seasons in one life time
And sometimes we can go through so many at one time,
One after the other,
Starting one before ending another,
Nothing worse than a premature season,
How I promise you’ll have at least a couple of those before you’re thirty
You’ll hear so many seasons greeting you that you can’t keep track,
You’ll lose count,
They’ll be co...
Season’s greetings, little one
Your laughter pure as winter white,
Your eyes sparkling like luminaries
Gleaming in the night.
I watch a smile play across her lips
As she bounces you on her knee,
And you giggle at the ornaments
Upon our Christmas tree.
Holidays are always hard
For both her, you, and me
It’s always just the three of us
Our little family.
Sometimes I wonder where we’d be
...
I wake with an ache in my joints and lightning shooting down my leg.
My cycle changing with long, drawn out bleeding; enough to stain my bed.
I rub my eyes, bringing my vision back into focus.
I’m greeted by the sight of my mother’s hands.
My mother’s hands make my children breakfast.
My mother’s hands cup their tiny faces before grazing tiny noses with a kiss.
I catch a glance in the ...
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