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December
by Anne EngelenDecember...
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 © 2026 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!
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| 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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