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Lie across the ground.

Hide the truth of the
unkempt, uncombed
lawn.

Muffle the sounds
of the neighbours' fight.

Soften the sound of
tears from a child, making
snowmen, rebuilding her
shattered world from white.

Reflect silver from the moon
into windows and red rooms
where the future is
crushed. The tune of Christmas
is the gun-like cracking of broken globes.

Be a blank page
for a family of three who
will lend a new verse to the season.
The last few lines of an ongoing story:

a flurry of fury.

Hey, great read. I especially like
Soften the sound of
tears from a child, making
snowmen, rebuilding her
shattered world from white.
Very moving.
I can also relate to the first verse, lol.

Very, very good."the gun-like cracking of golden globes" is excellent. So's the verse beginning "Soften the sound...." Pity that you're repeating "sound". Didn't think the last few lines were as good as the rest.

I thought this was great well done.AC

Soften the sound of.............................soften the sobs and tears....mabe
tears from a child, making
snowmen, rebuilding her
shattered world from white.

Great write, Ladyteazle. I myself might have stopped right after "season", but then it'd be your call. No nits from me. Enjoyed the read.

Ladyteazle,

This is a very powerful poem. It is uncomfortable and empathetic.

The images were crisp.

Nice to see you around, it has been a very long time. Welcome back.
Suzanne