A Marvelous Day (Narrative Poem)
The poem, A Marvelous Day, is based on a prompt from my poetry writing course and the book Writing Poems by Boisseau, Michelle and Wallace, Robert. If you want some new ideas and concepts to work on for poetry, I recommend the book! Here's my poem now! :) ..check it out!
Which reminds me of Christmas Eve, Santa chugging down a Bud Light kind of memory?
I tip toed like a tapper to the kitchen, eager to search stockings, and found
Santa passed out near the plate of cookies.
I giggled mindlessly at the alcoholic but, naivety wouldn’t stop me from saving
the world. How would children feel if Santa forgot to ride his sleigh
down the bricks of thrilling, premeditated dreams?
Tomorrow is a marvelous day.
I whisper in the mans half a heart ears, “Wake up dude, will you? I’ve been
good this year.” His body laid face down but, I wish I saw his smile.
I raised my voice an octave higher, “For real, wake up dude. A Barbie and
make-up kit is on my list. Is it here?” Intolerance grew like a parasite inside
of me.
My lips tighten and eyes twitch, “Wake up Santa! I’ll let all the dwarfs
know about this night! I’m telling on you!” Suddenly, the floor made a
shrieking sound and a shadowy figure made its way to the edge of the stairs.
A sweet but, stern voice calls out to me as I bury my eyes behind the tree
of charms. Mom yells, “Honey, it is way past your bed time. What are you
still doing up?”
I begin to rehearse moments when I earned 30 extra minutes of T.V. or a second
helping of dessert before dinner time. The negotiation process
is soon put into play.
“Five more minutes, Santa needs my help,” I proclaim boldly.
My mother disagrees and reassures me that she’ll take care of Santa.
I sluggishly drag my feet up the stairs.
“Don’t worry,” my mom says coyly, “Christmas is almost here.
Tomorrow is a marvelous day.”
My mother nudges Santa with her foot and my hopes of helping diminish.
Twenty years later, life nudges my memory...
I cling to my boyfriend as he playfully sips the last wave of beer
from the can. He wants to know if his buddies have extra beer.
He walks out the door the night before Valentines Day. I wonder when he'll return. Tomorrow is a marvelous day.
Which reminds me of Christmas Eve, Santa chugging down a Bud Light kind of memory?
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scarthan
Hi, I love your poems and I was wondering if you could be my mentor. I just started writing poems and I would like to get better and I would love it if you could help me! Thank you (: My emails is carthanshalyn@gmail.com If you would like to help me.
1enigmagirl
could you check my poem... it's called: alone..and yeah.. its my first poem and it's short.. plz point my mistakessince you are a mentor and yess....i love spoken poetry..
kymonae
I loved your peom could you get a chance to read mind