A Fairy Christmas

A chilly breeze, the mistletoe sways.

A brush of wings…

Fairies may have passed your way.



A glitter dusting, a playful sigh.

A merry heart…

Christmas fairies might be nearby.



A blanket of snow, where daisies grew.

Take a close look…

A friendly fairy might be there with you.



A shiny bright star, in the night sky.

Shines on a pixie…

Seen out of the corner of one’s eye.



I love holiday fairies, it’s true I do.

Merry Christmas! Happy Holiday’s!

And I hope you love all my jolly fairies too.



I’ve had a candy-themed Christmas tree for the past few years.

So, I thought I would shake things up this year and have a

fairy Christmas. I made sock gnomes and fairies from dolls

to go along with my resin fairies. I repainted my garden troll

statues that had lost their paint from the weather.

I had them outside around a pond several years ago.

I made a cardboard paper and moss-covered tree collar

and brought in some tree pieces from the woods behind our house.

I made plastic wings out of clear file folders and painted and

glittered them. I bought a few new things but made most everything.

It took me several weeks to get it all done but I love the results and

all the fairies. I hope you enjoy the pictures and the poem.



Merry Christmas,

Vicki

The Kiss

Have you kissed a lion’s face?
Maybe one that’s unaware…
His tears seem so out of place.
I’ve had the lion’s share…
I know he wishes he’d been there more.
For his granddaughter along the way.
Wishes you hadn’t heard him roar…
When there were words left to say.
Most of the time we are right here…
With the living — until we slip away.
Until we feel the overwhelming feeling, you’re near.
I can’t help but think… you kissed a lion’s face today.


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For Lauren the lion, we love and miss you so much!

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Self-reflection

Self-reflection on my churning thoughts.

Sometimes from the Jagged edge.

Organizing words from the mysteries within,

and jotting them down like a poet’s solemn pledge.

I’ve started a journey of self-reflection…

Noting what I’m going through today.

Making and following through on resolutions,

And it’s not even New Year’s Day.


For "The Sunday Muse"
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Expect a Masterpiece

If I could talk to a younger self…
Send a message about what really matters.
I’d say — “Don’t worry about the messy brushstrokes,
splotches, and the splatters.”

“Don’t lose faith and focus.”
“The blunders are part of the art.”
I’d say — “The master artist tells us all is forgiven,
“If we allow him in our heart.”

I’d say — “Forgive and ask for forgiveness,
while the paint is still wet.”
I’d say — “Expect a masterpiece.”
“ The master artist isn’t finished with you yet.”


For The Muse

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He will be regal

He will be regal.

He

saunters softly.

Elegantly

walks the floor.

Arrogance

fills the air.

Fur flies

with the sporting

of the ruff.

With

a staring gaze

He

strikes the pose.

He is regal.

For the Muse

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Haiku

Her panic arrived

Like a sudden summer rain

Drenching decisions

Photo: Josiel Miranda from Pexels.

For the Muse #53

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Why is it remembered?

Why is it remembered?
Sometimes an insignificant moment in time.
Not especially happy, sad or life-changing.
Nevertheless, it is remembered as if it were yesterday.
Like being four years old eating jelly toast.
Made by momma in her pink and black tiled kitchen.


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For The Sunday Muse.
Exactly 44 words

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