The dog stares mesmerized
past the old bulbs wrapped around the blue spruce, those steady, dependable glass bulbs that have illuminated twenty Christmases,
to the lilac bushes where the new micro-bulbs change from white to colour, fade, flash, flicker, urge us to celebrate with their “Party on!” dance,
but this year, putting them out
used all the energy we have,
and there’s no irony in the number of blue bulb strings wrapped and draped around the door.
I only have to say
Here’s a problem,
can you solve it?
And next time I turn around
You have illuminated
my world.
.
Time to hang the Christmas lights.
From the shed
lights on pine swag are excavated.
From the basement
cup rings are hunted.
From the kitchen
bulb to plug converter located.
Bore the the rings above the door
Arrange the swag in elegant balance
Screw the converter into the light socket
Ready for festive glow, plug cord into socket .
Nothing,
Sigh.
No Christmas lights tonight.
My Christmas lights
are stars reflected
in a black lake
My Christmas lights
are the twinkle
in laughing eyes
My Christmas lights
are glistening in
your smile.
After a few weeks of hiatus, the Monday Meme is back!
This week I had the unexpected pleasure of an upgrade to a penthouse suite at the Four Seasons Hotel in Vancouver. It was stunning. I thorough enjoyed stretching out in front of the huge picture window, and admiring the glorious view as I worked away on my writing projects. The poem that this view inspired in me can be read in the link above. How about you? How does this view inspire you?
Your assignment:
1. create a poem, story, or article based on this photo.
2. Post it on your blog.
3. Cut and paste the photo onto your post (leaving the Monday Meme text).
4. Put a link to your post in the comments to this post below so we can visit your blog.
I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with! (I will leave a comment on your blog post itself, rather than posting in response to your link here).
Shawn L. Bird 