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by Anne Engelen

December...

 

used to be a month filled with tradition

and glorious moments

Fulfilling many dreams and expectations

 

Dreams got stolen

Some got lost

and some got broken

 

December...

 

used to be

the start of the countdown

to a new beginning

 

Now

itÂ’s only the moment

where we make up the balance

of another year gone by

 

December...

 

Once....so magical

Now... colder than a nordic ice storm

 

Without you

 

....December will never be the same

12/11/2003

Posted on 12/11/2003
Copyright © 2024 Anne Engelen

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 12/11/03 at 04:53 PM

=( i understand this!

Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/11/03 at 07:03 PM

It's funny how we tie together our moods with the seasons. This is an awesome verse that details how the once magical and exciting becomes sad and mundane without the one you want to share it with. Great verse.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/11/03 at 07:58 PM

Well written but so sad Annie....Charlie

Posted by David R Spellman on 12/12/03 at 08:44 PM

A sad but beautiful reflection of what has been lost, either through the missing magic of childhood or through the long struggle and often disappointments of life. I think the line "where we make up the balance of another year gone by" especially says so much about what life may sometimes become. Excellent!

Posted by Jack Lanier on 12/12/03 at 09:01 PM

A very good read, Anne. Kind of reminds me of some of the works of Robert Frost....:) Jack

Posted by Jack Lanier on 12/12/03 at 09:01 PM

A very good read, Anne. Kind of reminds me of some of the works of Robert Frost....:) Jack

Posted by Kate Demeree on 12/13/03 at 03:48 AM

Sadly beautiful.... *hugs*

Posted by Mara Meade on 12/15/03 at 10:38 PM

This has a wonderful flow to it... but a sadness that is palpable. I wish a zephyr for you, even for just a day....

Posted by Don Coffman on 01/02/04 at 10:03 PM

Sad can be beautiful in a way, when written about so well. The wording of the poem is perfect, seems to linger in the little void between being cold and cynical and still remembering the pretty whiteness of snow. As for suggestions to make, how about trying out the 'Dreams got stolen' stanza moved down just before the 'Now'.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/03/04 at 03:26 PM

Alas, Anne, lest it too has gotten away from you, you've the self to embrace and cuddle and whisper sweet nadas to.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/06/04 at 08:55 PM

Poignant and piercing writing about a month full of contradictions. You capture it so well, Anne. Thanks for the realism and honesty, such a nice balance to all of the nonsense and sugar.

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