avatarWilliam J Spirdione

Summary

The content is a personal reflection and poetic response to a December-themed writing prompt, celebrating the joy and nostalgia of the season's bright lights against the dark winter days.

Abstract

The article titled "DECIDEDLY DECEMBER" features a sonnet that reminisces about the author's early words as a child, "The lights, the lights," which are echoed during the cold months. The piece conveys a fondness for the festive lights that pierce through the darkness of December, evoking memories of excitement and the sensory experiences of evergreen scents and snow. The author affirms the truth of this childhood tale through their own experience as a December baby who began speaking at one year old. The sonnet is a response to Paper Poetry's December prompt, "Decidedly December," and the article encourages others to participate, providing a link to Indubala Kachhawa's piece for more information. It also tags several poets who might be interested in contributing to the prompt, expressing gratitude to those who support the art of writing.

Opinions

  • The author believes in the childhood story of their first words being about the lights of December, reinforced by their early speech development.
  • There is a sense of wonder and joy associated with the lights and decorations of December, which the author holds dear.
  • The author appreciates the community of poets and writers who keep the tradition of written expression alive, specifically acknowledging Suntonu Bhadra, Carolyn Hastings, and Indubala Kachhawa.
  • The article suggests a skepticism about the disbelief in old tales, implying that personal experiences can validate these stories.
  • The imagery of snow and evergreens, alongside the lights, is presented as an integral part of the December experience for the author.

DECIDEDLY DECEMBER

Those Bright Lights on December’s Dark Days

A sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

First words I spoke. At least from what I’m told. “The lights, the lights,” are those, I do believe. A story always heard when it gets cold. So why the doubt of this old tale some weave?

A late December baby, that was me. I started speaking words by one year hence. So I believe it’s true enough and see. Those lamps that light the darkest days make sense.

I don’t remember well those far off years though think with fondness on a bright lit night. Excitement felt. A strand of light appears. A scent of evergreen and snow so white

with all those tiny perfect crystal flakes reflecting colors. Oh, what joy it makes.

Photo by William J Spirdione

Written in response to Paper Poetry’s December prompt, “Decidedly December”.

If anyone would like to participate in this prompt, they will find all the information they need in Indubala Kachhawa’s beautiful piece below….

Tagging some poets who might want to write a ‘Decidedly December’ poem… Megan Nicole Morgan, Priyanka Srivastava, Aza Y. Alam, Selma, Monoreena Acharjee Majumdar.

Thank you always, Suntonu Bhadra, Carolyn Hastings, and Indubala Kachhawa, for keeping alive the written word.

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