Christmas Eve

Kinsey Peterson

chewed lips

broken fingernails

dead ends dyed purple

escaping glitter

ripped Christmas sweaters

strawberry crepes

dog eared pages

blue nail polish

reused bags

dampened floors

loft-house cookies

over-baked pie

scarred limbs

screaming voices

unopened presents

bones cold and aching

whimpering dogs

blinds drawn tight and shut

sleepless nights

smoking candles

dreamless lives

welcome

it's Christmas Eve

  • Author: Kinsey Peterson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 1st, 2022 11:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: At what point was Christmas just a day on a calendar?
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  • Views: 22
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • Neville

    This will be the first Christmas in many years that I will not be volunteering to work the night shift at Oasis House Night Shelter in the Middle off England .. If I listed the reasons for not being able to do it this year, I would probably bore the pants of you .. But duty calls me elsewhere this Christmas eve ... Your poem today is excellent Joan & more than adequately captures the loneliness and despair that for so very many go hand in hand with this so-called Festive Season ....... I hope yours will be better than you presently might imagine it may be .. and will almost certainly be for many around the globe .... Neville

    • Kinsey Peterson

      Thank you Neville. Your replies always give me something to look forward to when I write.

    • L. B. Mek

      yes, for a ridiculously large amount of people
      there is nothing festive, about the festive season
      (pink's, 'family portrait'
      just comes to mind reading your words)
      thanks for sharing, stay strong!



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