Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Holiday Dreams Arrive


Holiday Dreams Arrive*

My voice fills your form,
the particular hollow
right here - it frees me
of the misery
otherwise that might be mine.
It's no shallow thing,
no shallow gesture.
This glitter of holiday
sound could be a pain,
misery - false chord -
but here you are now to true
things for me. You fill
in the hollow spot
in my quavering presence
in this old city.

November 23, 2011 2:24 AM

*Editor's note: If this is difficult to take either because you do not hold the same sentiment or you know the writer's personal view on Christmas and all holidays in general, then you are invited to switch channels to parody...

This week Thom gives us these three words: hollow, misery, and shallow. As always, he writes,
"Each week, I post three words. You write something using the words. Then come back and post a link to the contribution with Mr. Linky (but please, link to the exact post, not your blog, by clicking on the exact post title and paste it to Mr. Linky below). As always, there's no hard-and-fast rule that you have to post on Wednesday. But I invite everyone to check back often to read and comment on other contributions. This is, after all, a community for writers who clamor for feedback."
To access Three Word Wednesday's current week and 3WW's list of links *click here*

8 comments:

  1. I think maybe we agree..Christmas is not always the best time..all that cheer at best seems empty..I love how delicately you have chosen some very powerful words..Jae

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  2. Very nice Chritopher. Your prose is always so eloquent and thought provoking. I have posted a contribution to 3ww on my blog however am unable to link it, could you possibly help me with that?

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  3. Nice poem, it matches well with the three words. Cheers.

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  4. It's too bad that cheer could fill us all year long,

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  5. That hole can sometimes be difficult to fill up. Good piece!

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  6. I agree, Christmas means so many different things to many people. These days it's lost in a never ending childrens list of 'I wants' the real meaning of it and Thanksgiving lost to greed and the once almighty dollar.
    Lovely piece.

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  7. "You fill
    in the hollow spot
    in my quavering presence
    in this old city."

    - Lovely writing!

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