Absinthe kisses leave me
aching for almond vanilla tea
to warm the traumatic chill
of yesterday from my brittle bones
and I ache with dramatic wanderlust.
But I am quarantined by responsibility
obfuscated by nostalgia and love.
The subliminal song of family riots
within the bittersweet confines of my head,
leaving porcelain chips littered around the
Christmas tree,
with its kaleidoscopic lies hypnotizing
those fortunate enough to sit around one,
sipping holiday cheer and toasting their happiness,
while xerosis blinds the eyes of shadow people
with the vertigo of real life.
The joy of the season is impotent
for these sad souls that huddle against the outer walls
of the stores in which we shop,
spending money with the bliss of morphine
eclipsed only by our own ability to walk away,
never seeing the genocide on the street corner,
footprints of the walking dead,
caught in an ultraviolet existence
between Heaven and Hell.
Tossing a soggy dollar bill at a blank face
and grasping hand is a rite of normalcy,
no more thought given than if the cash
was shoved into a bright red Salvation Army donation box
and we carry on,
walking in our winter wonderlands.
Author notes
"This contest brought out the heart in me."
I chose option 5 and am hoping to bring attention to those that do not have a home to put a Christmas tree up in.
In a list
A contest entry
- Think Of Others This Holiday... by Aimee Hill.
1200 points, ended January 3, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A Not So Holly Jolly Christmas by Carpe Noctem.
850 points, ended January 7, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I just can't tell you how amazing this was. I think you had me at absinthe kisses! lol This was so very descriptive, I wish I could have awarded you a gold trophy as well. Please continue to enter my contests! Thanks for this entry, and congrats on the silver.
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Your command of the English language is superb. A very sophisticated write.
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Honestly... Amazing.
Very beautifully penned!!
You've showered this page with emotion and a heart big enough to hold the thoughts of others within you.
The words you've chosen to use here go beyond just being "descriptive".
"never seeing the genocide on the street corner,
footprints of the walking dead,
caught in an ultraviolet existence
between Heaven and Hell."
So true.... most times people just 'turn away' or don't even bother.
You've done a great job on this one..
Glad I decided to take pre writes!!
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Beautiful. =)
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wowza
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