New Year's Eve

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Weekly writing prompt #295 from

http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/2020/12/whirligig-295.html

Prompt words in red.

(This poem depicts New Year's Eve pre- or post- COVID-19. Please do not party this year!)

https://www.flickr.com/photos/cpardue/2147764272


The night was just lovely

The dancers sublime

The air filled with glitter

we hear the clock chime

 

Kissed on the lips

where the mistletoe’s lurking

Tied to the lintel

it seemed to be working!

 

The candle burnt down

tots are nodding their heads

Carry the sleepy

upstairs to their beds

 

Footsteps grow faint

Until friends are all gone

The house now is lonely

and I start to yawn

 

 ©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

Comments

  1. Old EggDecember 3, 2020 at 7:51 PM

    This is beautifully put together and the words fit seamlessly in the poem,

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    1. LisaDecember 3, 2020 at 8:13 PM


      Thank you. I'll tell you, I had a bit finding where to put that "lurking!" The rest all fit nicely.

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  2. Jae RoseDecember 5, 2020 at 3:48 AM

    Such an uplifting poem

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    1. LisaDecember 5, 2020 at 8:26 AM

      Thank you. It did seem like a fun evening.

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  3. Magical Mystical TeacherDecember 6, 2020 at 8:16 AM

    Beware of lurking mistletoe--it could grab you! Ha!

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    1. LisaDecember 6, 2020 at 8:29 AM

      Or someone lurking under it will! That word just didn't fit with the rest! ,

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