a christmas poem

a christmas poem

A Poem by Emily B

i told you there would be a christmas poem
and i meant it at the time
but hours got away
there was a cough and i needed sleep
or thought i did
 
there is a full moon out
and somebody out there in the world
just thought about me so hard
that it sent chills from my head
down my back
 
and i thought to myself
i hear you
 
it has been a tough year
and i know that
i've said that before
but my mettle has been tested
and when the chips were down
i thought i was done
 
maybe not so much anymore
i seem to have got a second wind
i may still skip out of the stress-full job
and go back to time travelling
in the eighteenth century
they have wool there
and i can spin threads
just like old rumpelstiltskin
 
i can do that, you know,
have spinning wheel
will travel
 
my nest is far from empty
but i have suffered
from the eldest little eaglet
flying away
just a couple of three states
for six months so far
but no
i'm just not ready for it
 
she flew in for christmas
and wanders in and out of the house
still gone
but somewhere in the same county
at least
 
it is good to keep a sense of humor
especially in the midst
of all the tragedy
i understand now
what my grandmother meant
when she said
'why couldn't it be me?'
i would have taken any of their places
they were too young for funerals
 
but still i here am
and so many lessons left to learn
at my young old age
and merry new year to all of you
 
you are still my best gift

© 2015 Emily B



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I would love to travel back to the eighteenth century with you, Emily. There you would be a hundred ways to die a glorious death. But I am sure it will come by a texting teenager behind the wheel of her new BMW. HAHA. This was melancholic and a little hopeful. You proved they can co-exist in one poem. Wonderful write. CD

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as you are ours... Blessed Be Em...

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Yes....
I hope you had a Merry Christmas and wishing you a wonderful 2016 ahead, Emily

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"at my young old age..." - love that phrase... all the best for 2016 to you!!!

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Lots of threads spun together in this fine poem ; the ironical, slightly resigned voice, the yearning for a utopian alternative, the autobiographical asides, the fond, personal language allied to a universal humanity. So my best wishes to you for the holiday season.

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I would love to travel back to the eighteenth century with you, Emily. There you would be a hundred ways to die a glorious death. But I am sure it will come by a texting teenager behind the wheel of her new BMW. HAHA. This was melancholic and a little hopeful. You proved they can co-exist in one poem. Wonderful write. CD

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What a powerful, wonderful, affirmative thing this piece is. The wonder of the ether, this wondrous amalgam of people we have never met and likely will never meet, and yet the strength of the bond, and if helps to produce things such as this...well, it is a blessed event of its own.

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I am glad you are still here and writing.

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Emily B

1 Year Ago

Me, too. I have really missed my voice.
A ton of emotions in this expression of thought! I reflect on my life of trials, tribulations, kids growing older and leaving home - maybe different than what you're expressing here but hauntingly the same - love the part where you could feel someone thinking about you! Very good read thx

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Emily B

1 Year Ago

Thank you for coming by to visit!
god, where do i start with the favorite lines "at my young old age"
and i so relate to the "too young for funerals" several of my best friends died so young...and i wonder...why am i still here...and going back to the 18th century...sometimes i would like to go back to one of those past lives i really believe i lived...

this expressive piece blends reality and fantasy so perfectly...it is a gift in itself..

you write with power.

j.

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Emily B

1 Year Ago

Just so glad to find my voice coming back to me

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