I am hopelessly in love with words and sharing them, so I am creating a forum to bring mine to you all.I've got inkstains on my heart. I had a blog years ago, and I loved it. It fell by the wayside--but I am trying again. I love feedback on my work, and that's why I am asking you, truly, to tell me what you think of what I post here.
With that--I thought I'd just jump right in. This is a new poem I've just written: Please read!
December Darkness
I like the darkness and the silence and the wildness of
walking alone
Because even eight pm on a Sunday night can be exciting when it is the first of december
The night is inky and the streetlights are throwing pools of
orange at my feet
The trees make good company
And it is just cold enough that I feel adventurous
I feel safe in the soft blue dark
That new winter dark
See I was born six
days before Christmas, when the sunlight is short lived and the nights last
forever
People are afraid of the shadows, but we December children,
we like the night.
People string up tiny false stars,
little icons, onto
their roofs and through their yards, twinkling.
Those lights that look like laughter.
I was born six days before Christmas
Born two days before the winter solstice, born into those
long, long nights.
So those little stars are home to me.
They are a birthday present, a celebration in miniature.
I prefer a cool peaceful
night
When the trees reach to scrape the silken sky
And my breath puffs above me and around me
Proof that I am alive.
We winter babies, we don’t mind the cold, and we don’t mind
the grey, and we don’t mind the night.
We are strong, we are
brave.
We’ve got a touch of that pure cold air in our hearts, a hint of that darkness in our souls.
That darkness that there’s no need to fear,
that darkness that’s
just animals sleeping and the moon not woken up yet.
That special December 1st darkness
We’ve got a little of that
And we like it.
As a fall baby, I think I know the feeling. I love the way your words feel, and I look forward to more! Sub'd.
ReplyDeleteSome of that description captures perfectly what I see and feel when I walk at night. It's a really good sign, casey, when people can live through your writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! ;)
ReplyDeleteI also love the feelings it evokes and how very visually you bring the night to us. I love this notion of the "inky night" and the spotlights throwing pools of anything, anywhere:). Most of all I like that in the dark, cold, night there is a joyfulness very much inside this December-baby-storyteller. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly meaningful feedback, thank you! And thank yiou for spending the time to read my work!
ReplyDeleteCasey, I didn't know. I'm the 21st. You said it all, and said it so well. You made all of us December babies proud. You gave voice to things I have felt my whole life. Keep it up, Sister. xoxo
ReplyDeleteSusan: the reason I write is to attempt I connect with others and speak to our universal emotions, so it's so gratifying to hear that! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteCasey, I'm your father's cousin. Give him and your mother my love. I write, too, when I need. Keep it up. You are very good at it.
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