december snickers

artwork by Doris Joa

blank pages of my life lie scattered
between rows of empty nights
harshly spotlighted
even as I whisper
“i’m ready for my close-up mr. de mille”
the silence of this cool december snickers

i become the incendiary of memories
pointing an accusatory finger
straight into the mirror’s image
overblown memoirs loom large as buoyancy fades
leaving the casual observer to ponder

is she an object in motion or rest?
perhaps just a perpetrator
shamelessly flouting newton’s first law
once more, december snickers

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

As the year ends, so many things to ponder the past months and plan for the next year. December then holds a spacial value in our memory and its melancholia. Life can be scattered or gathered in losses and gains. Excellent Lydia. The painting is sad and beautiful...:)...........

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Sami. I know you appreciate the artwork because you always choose beautiful art to accompany your words. Lydi**

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome...:).........

[AYVID N]

Every passing year brings with it increasing loneliness and isolation. We find the beauty and brightness fading. We cling all the more to what was, what used to be, sometimes almost obsessively. This poem really spoke to me. It is me. Yet I do take comfort in those I love and who will always love me.Thanks for sharing.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much, Divya. Lydi**

[AYVID N]

You are most welcome, Lydi.

[Lyn Anderson]

Feeling of the passage of another year, the speaker's sense of loneliness and loss, and resignation, come through. A beautiful piece. Very melancholy but understandable.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks so much, KL. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... another year snickers like
sweet chocolate melts with memories.
Your reflection is a poem of lovers' nights
in tangled emotions of sugar plum dreams.
Your poetry shines like blue frosty stars against
a galaxy of possibilities. truly... Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

As always, sweet Pat, your reviews are filled with metaphor and simile and are so velvety. Thank you very much. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lydi... you are a star of silver lined poetry
penned with golden overtures of beauty.
I am wearing a shirt that says, "The older the fiddle,
the sweeter the tune". An Irish quote...

[Lydia Shutter]

And so true!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a mind in motion stays in motion.....

and this mirror shows her current beauty, and she is ready for her close up....she wants it now while the mirror is still kind, "between the empty nights"--=where there is motion, if only in her mind.

[Lydia Shutter]

You read my words with wisdom, Jacob. Thank you. Lydi**

[Fran Marie]

Another year comes to an end..she stiil tries to fit in..I can feel the pain of sadness within..love the last stanza especially 'flouting newton's law...a time to reflect on what once was...we just can't be there anymore claiming lost youth..think we all have those wishful days like Norma Desmond...alas December really does snicker..well penned...

[Lydia Shutter]

The end of yet another year....some dreams left unfilled and others flown away...yup, you get it. Thanks, Fran. Lydi**

[ANTO]

"...incendiary of memories..." - pure class Lydia.
I thought at first this was about the twelfth month's underwear ;P
Sorry Lydia...

[Lydia Shutter]

You are funny, Anto. Thanks for reviewing. Lydi**

[ANTO]

:) .................

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Now this first caught my attention as a recovering addict. Snickers bars are a weakness of mine. Better than sex and less messy! You contrive such a sad picture here Lydi as I too feel the emptiness you so articulately describe.

[Lydia Shutter]

Snickers bars....yum! :) The end of the year brings on reflection is all. Thanks for the review, my friend. Lydi**

[willweb]

Lydi, this is so lonely and so sad. I feel this one. Past her prime, gazing at her reflection and not really seeing the person looking back. (If I am correct) This was so good.

[Lydia Shutter]

December is a month of reflection for many, n'est pas? Thank you so much, Will. Lydi**