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Advent
Nestled branches evergreen
deep purple wax dripping
waiting for a King
the impending doom
of days to come
shadow the poinsettia bloom
Table set with crystal gleaming
Happy faces joining hands
I find that I am dreaming . . .
Holidays are hard to swallow
when the ribbon unravels
the presents are hollow
A season filled with argument
meaning lost in full decay --
Advent
You and I are waiting
for (what feels like) the second coming
the Time of which I'm debating
It may be now.
It may not.
Does it matter anyhow?
deep purple wax dripping
waiting for a King
the impending doom
of days to come
shadow the poinsettia bloom
Table set with crystal gleaming
Happy faces joining hands
I find that I am dreaming . . .
Holidays are hard to swallow
when the ribbon unravels
the presents are hollow
A season filled with argument
meaning lost in full decay --
Advent
You and I are waiting
for (what feels like) the second coming
the Time of which I'm debating
It may be now.
It may not.
Does it matter anyhow?
Published 30th Nov 2016
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30th Nov 2016 00:11am
This is balanced on a razor's edge, Muse. I love the allusions to consumerism and hollow, meaningless gifts and the meaning of the season lost amid discontentment.
That final stanza leaves so much open to personal interpretation. I find myself turn between two meanings, uncertain if I want to know which it is.
That final stanza leaves so much open to personal interpretation. I find myself turn between two meanings, uncertain if I want to know which it is.
30th Nov 2016 1:20pm
And what are these two interpretations in your view? I am always curious as to your perspective
I wrote this in a few minutes just to be able to write something as I have had writer's block for months now. it's strange this is the only content that came to mind
I wrote this in a few minutes just to be able to write something as I have had writer's block for months now. it's strange this is the only content that came to mind
30th Nov 2016 7:53pm
You and I are waiting
for (what feels like) the second coming
the Time of which I'm debating
It may be now.
It may not.
Does it matter anyhow?
What are you debating, and why is it related to Time? Is it a resurgence of energy between you and whoever is waiting with you? A recharged Love? Hope? Direction of something that's waned? Or is it a decision that needs to be made in regards to your lives? A move? A family? (all rhetorical)
1. You're hanging onto a relationship waiting for a spark to reignite.
2. You're waiting for the right Time to complete a decision you've been contemplating.
Sometimes the not knowing is what sustains the hope when reading something like this.
for (what feels like) the second coming
the Time of which I'm debating
It may be now.
It may not.
Does it matter anyhow?
What are you debating, and why is it related to Time? Is it a resurgence of energy between you and whoever is waiting with you? A recharged Love? Hope? Direction of something that's waned? Or is it a decision that needs to be made in regards to your lives? A move? A family? (all rhetorical)
1. You're hanging onto a relationship waiting for a spark to reignite.
2. You're waiting for the right Time to complete a decision you've been contemplating.
Sometimes the not knowing is what sustains the hope when reading something like this.
30th Nov 2016 4:06am
This is a beautiful piece. The imagery like "Nestled branches evergreen
deep purple wax dripping..." really brings it to life.
deep purple wax dripping..." really brings it to life.
30th Nov 2016 7:42am
Yes, dear S, I too appreciate the imagery of nature during this time of the season. Those first lines are like lines of decorations for the pines as a dusting of snow seems near by the scent in the air...
30th Nov 2016 10:45am
1st Dec 2016 5:38am
1st Dec 2016 12:21pm
The interpretation I walked away with was that in the narrator's opinion, society has surpassed a point of no return. Long term welfare has been traded for short term gains. Like getting cheap gasoline from fracking in exchange for more sinkholes, earthquakes and contaminated water tables. We can't just blame it on greedy soulless corporations while continuing to top off our gas tanks.
This is an amazing write for only a few minutes invested.
This is an amazing write for only a few minutes invested.
