#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 255: #Poet’sChoice (with a twist)
Message from Colleen
It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Word Crafters, choose your own poetry form—It’s up to you! This is our last Poet’s Choice for 2021… I have a request. Let’s write a poem using a form of your choice about Yule, Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza, and any festival or tradition you celebrate during the month of December. Even if you don’t celebrate, share something meaningful as we go into the dark days of winter. Share your wisdom with us. Remember, I’ll have a new weekly poetry schedule beginning on January 1, 2022.
We went with a double etheree, enjoy!
One winter Christmas day Just nine years old cold, nothing to do I bring home a stray dog Mum won’t let it in the house I did not want to open gifts. With heavy snow falling, I waited Mum let me give him a bowl of her soup My heart broken, I wanted to keep him That Christmas wasn’t one of the best Mum said I would soon forget him Years later I remember my cold Christmas orphan He’s out there somewhere I hope someone took him in to their heart
© Anita Dawes 2021
Beautifully written, Anita, but so terribly sad. I’m going to imagine he did find a good home.
I have been hoping that for such a long time now…
Oh, so sad, Anita. Your heart was full of what Christmas is all about. I hope he found a home too.
I have always hoped so too, Diana…
This is so incredibly sad, Anita. Beautifully written, of course… but so sad.
<3
David
Thank you so much, Ben…
Oh, Anita, you’ve such a kind soul. <3 <3 <3
XX
Perhaps he had a home and found it again. I hope so. (K)
Oh, this is so sad. Well done, but so sad. I’m glad he got food, but still… He’d have made your Christmas perfect. Oh, boy, now I can’t stop thinking of that long ago dog…
Some memories just don’t want to leave…
Very beautiful narrative of compassion!
Well done! Thank you! xx Michael
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A memory like that is hard to let go. I hope someone else saw what you saw in that pup and gave it just as much love as you would have. The form worked wonderfully for this sad poem.
Happy holidays to you. xo
I have never forgotten that pup, or my mother’s lentil soup…
Sad but lovely! Well done 💕🙂
Thank you, Harmony… 💕