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The Mess
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The Mess |
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Sybil Member
since 2002-09-12
Posts 73Midwest |
The Mess I want the mess. I can almost taste the ribboned sugar of long ago, when tinsel hung silver heavy and sparkled deep, balls of fragile glass ballooned full of mystique, and sparkles clung to fingertips with each new card spreading snow. Ours, a house of laughter in secrets, finding new hiding places for the treasures of the Magi, so often we had to give away to collect the pennies to give away more… I want the mess. I don’t remember wanting, then, with the possible exception of wanting more to give. There was so much full in love that stuffed the stockings a little bit more every year, amidst the oranges and nuts, and red hung heavy, seemingly dancing on fireplace flames of pine cones popping and I want the mess. Ours were the Christmas days of paper scattered over the floor, children wading among the ribbons of ties, be-bowed with long, flowing, circular swirls of guess what I hold? that only added to the magic moments I hold so tenderly, here, in my heart. I want the mess of those days to be returned to me, but a neatnik lives in my house, and he is Santa reversed, filling the bag with “ucky trash stuff” before it is even off the gift, who abstains from ribboning the packages, lest they make a mess, who says “we’ll buy more bows next year,” as the cavernous black plastic eats them, who turns shining paper into nothing more than refuse to be handled without more ado, or adore, for who picked it out, and why… grumbling, “did you grow up in a pig pen?” Yes. To be cleaned At memory’s expense. |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
oh this is precious.....a memoried jewel, I too grew up where Christmas was fun, and we worried about 'the mess' when the fun was done....and I too have a neat freak who will get away with no Christmas tree because it is too much trouble...that is...if I let him...somebody's got to stick up for Christmas....I love this poem |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
What a precious  !Outstanding writing and welcome to our Passions home. I will be looking forward to reading more of these beauties! |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Welcome to Passions. These thoughts are penned so well of the spirit of this precious day... I want the mess! ThisDiamond |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Seems the need to be absolutely in control of your environment drive the fun out of a lot of things.  nice write... nice memories...then tempered with a disatisfied understanding in the relationship.. reality sinks into even Christmas. But..I'm not a big fan of Christmas.... so my reality is different than yours, although the memories of childhood Christmas is not so different. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Sybil - what a wonderful write!! Life is too short to worry about the "mess." I long for those days of what seem sooo long ago also. This is a keeper!! Chris "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I can almost taste the ribboned sugar of long ago, when tinsel hung silver heavy and sparkled deep, balls of fragile glass ballooned full of mystique, and sparkles clung to fingertips with each new card spreading snow. ==================================== There was so much full in love that stuffed the stockings a little bit more every year, amidst the oranges and nuts, and red hung heavy, seemingly dancing on fireplace flames of pine cones popping and I want the mess. Ours were the Christmas days of paper scattered over the floor, children wading among the ribbons of ties, be-bowed with long, flowing, circular swirls of guess what I hold? that only added to the magic moments I hold so tenderly, here, in my heart. =========================== I, being a total "Scrooge" now about Xmas, dont usually care for holiday theme poetry..(I know I know..bah humbug on me)  BUT...this one was a delight to read..your imagery created a scene of color and light and memories of a time when the season held magic for me... wonderful writing...make a big ole mess and tell the scroogepants neat freak the moth said get over it *L*I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Funny, isn't it.....Seems there are an awful lot of us that prefer the mess.... I miss those days too....It just isn't now what it was then....when there were 30 people for Christmas...all in one house.. eating one huge meal... And, seemingly so much happier then... though we had far less... Yes, I want the mess too!!! |
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
LOL - I can surely appreciate this - I've been referred to on more than one occasion as "The Ness Mess"... It'll get cleaned.. eventually.. Great poem, Sybil.. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Love this Sybil.. The holidays are magical! and...I'll take the mess! ~Hugs sweet poetess~ ~Love, like magic, depends on believing~ |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Sybil~ How nostalgically interesting~ You have a familiarity that would be very hard to miss~  *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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