Memories of Holidays Past

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25th December (December Contest)

My mind awaits fresh attire
The one am entitled to; every culmination of time,
The lightening trees worries me not,
But my neighbors in the glorified edifice
Put the oil in the crying pot,
Unleash the tied chicken for its execution is now,
a compliment for the waiting throat.

An aura of dance and merriment, flowing around
From those children of my side of life
Though given little but appreciates immensely,
How I wish today can stay forever!
when in my bed I watch the moon cross
a time when the city heads reminiscence their villages,
I love 25th December.

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Nigeria , Abuja, NGA

Favorite Poets: John Donne

Comments

I like...

your title and your language is good enough that I get the picture. The pace kept moving along and was good for the work. I see that Western culture has made inroads in your country. Good luck with that! [read sarcasm ]. At least so far, it is of a benevolent nature. I like the thinking behind this poem and I see that even though there may not be much to go around, there is a holiday spirit here and life is peaceful for a while. I am glad for that! Happy Holidays to you and yours. ~ Geezer.
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thank you Geezer

Chiori

A good read and later we will teach others to be able to sing as you do.
Take care will talk later, Yours Ian..