Warm Poetic Jots

The frightful winter solstice approaches
with an opaque snow globe life intertwine.
Stars sprinkle early, romance encroaches
upon one headstrong to dread wintertime.

Power poles are overthrown by wind gusts
but the fireplace roars in competition.
Soon the living room temperature adjusts
to our own Norman Rockwell rendition.

Candles flicker like a lover's whisper,
tickling walls with whimsical illusions,
becoming purer, becoming crisper
with cinnamon swirled laughter fusions.

Board games played on the dining room table
welcome nostalgic, restorative thoughts
which begin to inspire and enable
closeness revived, warm poetic jots.

12-18-19
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Marcum Wong Avatar
March 8, 2020 at 12:38 AM
This is just marvelous Juliet. Poetry comes from our everyday experiences. Sometimes something seemingly so insignificant may inspire a stunningly beautiful poem. Bravo! xxoo
Ligon Avatar
March 11, 2020 at 12:49 AM
Thanks, Connie. I was thinking back to when I was a child and the power went out. We would play board games under candlelight. To me it was exciting and romantic. Now that I live in town if the power goes out it comes back on within the hour as opposed to two days out in the country. I miss the simpler times.
Chiri Avatar
January 12, 2020 at 1:13 PM
Congratulations on your HM!;)
Ligon Avatar
March 11, 2020 at 12:41 AM
Thanks, Brenda.
Foster Avatar
December 23, 2019 at 8:11 PM
This was really nice. It went one direction, then another. It felt like the lack of electricity the lack of power, at first was hard, then embraced as a better way to live. Wonderful writing my friend. Merry Christmas and God Bless your New Year. Ann
Ligon Avatar
December 23, 2019 at 11:40 PM
Thanks, Ann. Have a Merry Christmas and blessed New Year!
Horsman Avatar
December 19, 2019 at 2:03 AM
Write them down, and piece them all together, This is one amazing poem, Juliet. 3rd stanza an absolute gem. happy Christmas, to you and everyone you love...
Ligon Avatar
December 19, 2019 at 9:43 AM
Thanks, Harry. I appreciate it. Happy Christmas to you and yours.
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