A prompt from Dora at dVerse Poets to write a poem, with a holiday tint, using “Despite” and “Still” and so many well worked and wondrous examples of Dora’s inspiration and intent.
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Maybe this Christmas
Maybe this Christmas will find
what was left behind
(in one small sock lost back under tree in a crack in the floor
found
maybe by new)
the glee of lights I knew could be seen
above all
on high
as there were none in the whole wide world of our street
that could meet
expectations or faces of Christmas like we
.
Maybe
just maybe
newer new will find what was left behind
(remodel make old undone amid dust and splinters and curses
of hammered thumbs
that one
now graying sock
fallen through crack)
a gift from Mom’s and Dad’s of memories back
that held promise
of lights they knew could be seen
in child’s dreams
at Christmas
above all
despite
whole wide world’s changed street
through thick dark clouds
now
expectations tougher reach
.
Maybe
season’s redemptive thought
maybe
newest new will find that once lost behind
(after tear down that faded sock of gifted wonder in rubble
of rebuild
could
maybe
be found
still
full of sparkling memories dusted, cleaned, fancy new)
finally
with chocolates and giggles and little games with hue
of wonder
after so many years
to maybe
just maybe
gift to the latest new
of expectations
anew
seen above all others in this whole wide world’s now angry street
maybe
just maybe this Christmas
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