NOTE TO MY READERS:
I usually reference the prompts for my poetry at the bottom of my post…but I’m not always sure that they’re read, and I’m not always sure that all readers understand poetry is a craft and therefore the POET is not necessarily the SPEAKER of the poem. While I do incorporate much of myself into my writing, it’s not all autobiographical. And while I do tend toward the melancholy in life, my words of darkness and despair are not always my own voice. When readers send me private messages asking if I’m ok (after reading one of my more depressing pieces), my reply is usually to explain that I was taking liberties with emotions in order to craft a poem.
As 2012 comes to a close, I want to thank each and every one of you for your support. I started writing poetry two years ago this month, and it has been the encouragement from each of you that kept me going, ultimately seeing my poetry published in two different collections. So it is in that context that I want to assure you this is not an autobiographical poem. On the contrary. I am indeed blessed and look forward to what 2013 has in store!
Blind to the light reflected in tinsel
and the shining eyes around her,
numb to the feelings expressed
in each holiday greeting;
she stared blankly at
her closer to the end.