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 my entries for the Construct Cup |
It's that time again. Time when I lose all sense of proportion and sanity and agree to write a poem a day following prompts exactly as given by our fearless leaders (aka Ren the Klutz!  and Fyn  . I may not survive. But I will do it anyway, mostly because I can't imagine anyone having this much agony fun without me. Come join us! We have cookies. And possibly, straitjackets.
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| on each Christmas midnight when lists are all done and the air fills with candy canes, chocolate and plums, and drooping white eyebrows are ready for bed— one last gift nestles deeply in Santa’s red sled. it’s small but it’s precious and sealed with a kiss by a helper who studied her own special list, yes, this last gift: a poem, which I folded with care is for You and from Me with my love and my prayer. I want you to know that all joking aside, you’re special to me and you fill me with pride. I know that I really don’t say it enough, when I try, I feel tears choke my voice ‘til it’s gruff, I love you. please listen. I’ll say it again. I love you. your joy is my ultimate end. and I’ll try to do better to show that this year— as Santa delivers and poof, disappears. line count: 32 slant rhymes: done/plums kiss/list again/end year/disappears Prompt ▼ |
| my toy store is magic— I fill it with joy and laughter and fun stuff for all girls and boys who manage to find a small sign: Rhyssa’s Toys. I wrote it in purple surrounded by gold and parked in a dream where it grew, uncontrolled— to be a safe harbor for hearts, never old. you see, my business is all about dreams— and people who seek them, eyes wide and agleam. that’s why there’s no price that you'll have to redeem. I fill it with pretty and breakable things, and soft dolls, and yo-yos, trains, planes, silly string, and teddys, and unicorns, stuffed ghosts who sing, child sized rocking chairs, sequined crocodiles, and alphabets made into soft rubber tiles— to cover the floor while we play for a while. in one giant corner dwells ten million books— and pillows and blankets for our reading nook to make sure we find comfort as we have a look. I have Aslan and Alice, and Winnie the Pooh, Howl’s Moving Castle by Jones is there, too, and more every minute—you see, books do accrue. so come in your dreams, make a wish, count to 10, hold your breath, close your eyes, open once and again, and you’ll find your way here. where you’ll play in my den. line count: 48 Prompt ▼ |
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