LPiA-23 Nov. 29

[Tiger the Lion]

Let's Pretend it's April - Nov. 29
Rules: Write a poem for LPiA on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a New Reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for the month of November. (or one, or six, or fifteen) Prompts may be revisited at any time. All members are welcome.

Topic : Write a poem inspired by Holiday decorations (tasteful or tacky, pagan or pious)
Form : Any
Line requirements: 8 or more

Feel free to reply with comments or kudos as you wish. 

Questions?

[Wjames]

Cutting snowflakes on the dining room table,
safety scissors snip as marshmallows melt
into cocoa, Vince Guaraldi sparkles the keys
behind a children’s choir.

Roll the tape into a loop and stick it to the back,
hand it to your father and watch him press it to the wall
well above your reach. Walk past the tree and presents
and see the empty stockings on the mantle.

What does tomorrow bring?

[TranquillityBase]

Fake icicles,
sliver plastic strips,
the last thing before sitting back
and looking for flaws
in lights and ornaments,
adjusting wires
and another sit down
until color makes a festival of
faces and electricity.

[Mark A Becker]

There is a Season

each year
the crucifix

becomes
the manger

around that
birth and death

my life
revolving

[dukealien]

Topper


The star atop my Christmas tree
is in a way traditional
it has five points (or strictly, arms)
for it is an echinoderm
not large or gaudy, once a gift
when I was poor and satisfied
with simple bargain ornaments
but that starfish has since become
familiar and commonplace
while staying, typically, a pun.

[Pike]

Holiday Decorations 

1.
 
Go as slow as you like,
                
                     we can’t fake the sunrise—
so, with the least possible effort
 
               I’ll be human,
for a while.
 
2.
 
The pulse that coats my insides
                          coats my  
                outside, too.
My stomach shares my mouth
       with my fingernail
               
3.
 
All the codes break in your eyes
until my heart turns into butterflies.

[Tiger the Lion]

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seizures big and small
and seizures big and small

it's Christmas after all
it's Christmas after all

it's Christmas