Dazzle with Glitter

#2 in a series from the Blue Room.

I wish I could dazzle you with glitter.

I stand here feeling glazed and a bit jaded.

It’s a shame it can’t be faked…

To produce a good piece when the time comes,

Every time.

 

Point a finger and tell me to dance;

I can’t stay on strings though I’ve tried that.

When I change into my red dress

And feel sultry in the dim light,

Just for this one night.

I can’t help but remember even honeysuckle wilts on the vine.

 

Like a child, right now, I just want to go home for the holidays,

Back through the fog of time to warm Southern charm,

Everyone visiting everyone with dish in hand,

Warm breezes blowing through open French doors

    while we drink spiced tea swirling with the smells of the holidays:

        cinnamon and spice and everything nice

To go with the soft drawl of good conversation

       with people I’ve known all my life.

I want to remember Christmases wrapped in

      warmth and everything familiar:

A handmade wreath on the door,

Cut glass bowls on the dining room table

       filled with camellia blooms.

“Come help cut flowers,”

Scissors in my mother’s gloved hands,

Bundles of red, pink and white fresh from the yard.

 

I was too young to know then,

That family and friends ease into the distant past.

Even the memories are stale,

Taking on the hue of sepia-toned antiques,

Mounted in gold leaf frames

Collecting dust.

 

So it’s time for me to get a Brass Monkey from the bar

And find a table so I can listen to youth and vigor

Spilling over with uninhibited enthusiasm.

Someone whose time is now,

And whose pictures are not yet faded.

 

Reviews

[Antony]

To say you no longer can dazzle with glitter is giving up hope and that is not a good thing, this poem sure dazzles me, because you poured your heart into it and I could feel your feeling of the light fading, like all hope is gone, like it is time to pass the pen to a younger generation, I think you are so wrong to feel this way, you have written so many wonderful pieces and maybe they don't always capture the new and younger writer, but that doesn't really matter because the art form of your writing has already been cast in stone and this is how the younger generation learns to put words on paper that tells a story. This poem captured a time and place that has stayed in your mind, and your expression of it was penned so well. You just keep on writing, it is what you do best.
Tony

[Tom G]

Mimi - You do dazzle us with glitter and sparkle like beautiful jade. Please write a thoughtful word picture and show it in a brand new frame. Always enjoy your work. Happy Holidays. TomG

[T. L. O'Neal]

The holidays are always a time for reflection, good or bad. It makes one think of times gone by and hope for the good times to return. Time always changes and so does new memories to make while the older ones fade over time. I really enjoyed this piece and it brought memories of my own to light. T

[Brette Medb]

This was so reminiscent and sorrowful... memories fade and become especially sad during the holidays but you always have the memories in which to fall back on. Beautiful write,


Brette