December Bleeds Your Memory

December Bleeds Your Memory

 

 

Christmases past are calling

as I settle into the abyss of darkness,

of days accumulating

like a January of snows.

The realm of your existence

is forever fleeting,

pulling me further away

from the precipice of death,

sequestering my consciousness

into the light

for December bleeds your memory.

Author's Note

It has been a year of immeasurable loss. Let us pray for a better tomorrow, as we gather for another singing of "Auld Lang Syne".

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Deep and honest thoughts shared dear Kelly. Been a hard year and I pray 2021 is better. Your words can be felt and understood. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry and your worthwhile thoughts.
Coyote

[Kelly Scheppers]

It's hard to believe it's been nearly a year now that we've been wearing masks and keeping our distance. Your kindness is a warmth so very welcomed in this ever changing world, John. Thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Kelly and you are welcome.

[Ted Kniffen]

Wonderful title Kelly. Funny, I am a December baby ... this situation in which we find ourselves definitely pulls at the psyche. We are inundated with bad news and terrible statistics. There seems to be little chance of escape, but then I suppose there will be an ending to it and all we can do is hope we are still standing when it is over.

We are all a finger-snap away from crossing the veil.

Love the photo.

Hang in there ... be safe.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Many thanks, my friend! Be well!

[MCS]

Loss is something we don't get over sadly we make room for it and carry it like an old scar for the rest of our days. Powerful read my friend.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I just found out yesterday that someone I used to love before I was married, died four years ago. How do I grieve for a love I already lost? Thank you, Mary. My day is brighter for having you here!

[MCS]

Oh my dear friend, I don't wish this pain on you or anyone else. This is so very difficult to process.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Kelly, I don't know how I missed this post, but I read it on the 30th anniversary of my Dad's death.My January is your December. I think we were all praying for a better 2021, but mine has got off to a terrible start with the loss of my sister's husband to covid. Before his time, like many. There is much suffering. Keep safe dear poet and thank you for the eloquence of your poetry.

Chris

[Kelly Scheppers]

My heart is overwhelmed that you were able to find some comfort in my words. My intent was to write this for the anniversary of my sister's death, but in writing it, I realized how appropriate it was for the year we were all having. Thank you for rewarding me with such a lovely review. I am so deeply sorry for your loss. Many blessings to you and yours.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Kelly. Take care.

[Crowley]

Fitting and deliciously somber. Makes me want to cry I think. You always have a way of pushing my buttons. Hope your 2021 is much better!!!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Now that's something that's good to know! ; )

[barleygirl]

Amen to the "immeasurable loss" comment in your authors note. Few comment on the death toll, but I watch it every day. Even tho I'm not one bit touched by covid (alone in the wilderness), the massive death toll is what makes 2020 feel so bleak. This December felt more askew than any before & your poem captures the bleak helter-skelter sensations I felt from most who were out there slugging away at the insanity (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Kelly Scheppers]

Margie, your reviews are always the best. Always touching me, deeply. Thank you.

[Relic]

Praying.

Nice one, Kelly.

[Kelly Scheppers]

My dear Tim, how wonderful seeing you here! I am smiling from ear to ear, truly!

[C. M. Miller]

I am no stranger to loss . . .strangled at times with my own sad memories that patiently wait in line, constantly wanting my attention. So line 'em up boys and girls, I've got more than enough Grand Marnier.
This "review" walks with you as we have a shared path.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Yes, we have. And there are more paths to come, my friend!

[Pete]

we are all ever walking an edge. goodness and love (memories) save us from despair. the holidays can be a difficult time. we mourn for what was and hope for what will be. well said ... :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your last line delivers itself like an incantation for us all, Pete. Thank you!

[John the Baptist]

I get the feeling the words are being addressed to someone from the past, possibly one who is no longer with us. The memory of this person is not a bad one, however; it seems to buoy the speaker up in a difficult time. Anything strong enough to pull one back from "the precipice of death" is something to be cherished.

[Kelly Scheppers]

How perceptive of you! Actually, it did start out as a poem for my sister who died in the month of December, but then I thought of how fitting it was for the year we've all had, and how we've been overcome with death. Thank you for acknowledging that. It was kind of you to word it in the way you did!