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    dots Submission Name: The Seasondots

    Author: beatthedrum
    ASL Info:    55- F - Southern CA USA
    Elite Ratio:    4.18 - 881/810/122
    Words: 66
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       This is a sad one.

    I keep these up for a time, so it may be important to note that this was written on Thanksgiving 2005.

    For the readers in other parts of the world, the day is marked as a National Holiday of reflecting and giving thanks for the year. It is rooted in ancient harvest festivals.

    It is a feast day marked by traditions of turkey dinner, pumpkin pie, parades, over eating and American football. It is a time when families come together around the table to reunite and reminisce. It represents the connections and support of families and friend. For many it is a time to share with people you have missed and love. For other folks, it is a time to pretend you like these strange people called your family.

    It is also the unofficial start of the holiday season that includes Christmas and New Years. It is always portrayed as a happy time.

    Look around and you may find someone that doesn't see the holiday as joyful.

    You can be thankful that you are not one of them, or maybe you might decide to break with the old and create a new tradition…just thoughts.

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    dotsThe Seasondots

    Silence echoes endlessly down the undecorated hall of her hollow day.

    This season is the reason for over indulging on morsels of remorse.

    It will, as is tradition, result in emotional heartburn and digestive discomfort.

    She chokes on chunks of well-chewed tears that refuse to be swallowed.

    Emptiness resonates, returns and repeats as she eats a feast of rejection… alone.

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      I know exactly what you mean with this. It's like this at christmas time for me.

    As a child, you are the centre of attention, you love it, and you bask in it. As you age, part of you tires of being the centre of attention and part of you longs for the old times, whether this is because of people who are no longer present, or because your life has changed for ever not for better.

    In the end you find yourself on the outside of the circle at times like these looking inwards.

    I realise now I'd no longer be comfortable enjoying these family occasions, even if i was on the inside again. I look forward to having children, (God willing), where I can remove the focus from myself and enjoy instead their joy on these festive occasions.

    You have provoked much thought in me with this poem, and for this I thank you for sharing it.

    well done.
    | Posted on 2005-12-28 00:00:00 | by Senna27NZ | [ Reply to This ]
      Each sentence is so cold, biting frosted-teeth into any idea of holiday hapiness for all.

    Boy are there some powerful lines:

    the beautiful wording of:
    "This season is the reason for over indulging on morsels of remorse."

    the black as night humour of:
    "It will, as is tradition, result in emotional heartburn and digestive discomfort."

    And the last line although the "feast of rejection" feels a little over the top; poetry about such a delicate subject, when overdone, can overlap into a parady of itself.

    However, it's your poem so feel free to completely disagree with me there.

    Thanks for sharing,

    | Posted on 2005-12-07 00:00:00 | by Icarus | [ Reply to This ]
      What a poetic statement, this needed to be cryed out from the street corner from a box like the old 'town criers' and first poets, who forever attacked public opinion.
    Sadly this is so true of the worlds viewpoint of any Holiday(Holy Day). We as a society have lost sight of the real meaning of them all.
    This is terriffic, now I shall return to the poem that brought me here.
    | Posted on 2005-12-04 00:00:00 | by Clayton | [ Reply to This ]
      Hm...Ok I will be brief. I think this is the saddest outlook on Thanksgiving that I have ever read or seen, and I do thank you for writing it, because many forget how there are some people in the world that aree suffering while they are enjoying there nice thanksgiving dinner, and I love how you portrayed it as someone eating their pain, while others are having fun, and eating happily. My favorite line of the poem would have to be "This season is the reason for over indulging on morsels of remorse", because it really does show that not all are celebrating on the holidays. This is really sad, and I hope that your holidays didn't go like this. Mine went sort of like "For other folks, it is a time to pretend you like these strange people called your family.", because it was sort of a forced thing. But I enjoyed it, and I hoped you did too.
    Peace and luch love,
    | Posted on 2005-11-26 00:00:00 | by EmpathicAya | [ Reply to This ]
      Well you did warn that it's sad... Interesting line choice - it's almost as if each sentence can stand on its' own - thought provoking and deep lines. The person seems to have followed the same pattern for so long that the outcome is not only predictable but unavoidable... so sad that the season already starts off on a 'feast of rejection". Very poignant and well written.
    | Posted on 2005-11-25 00:00:00 | by Beulah | [ Reply to This ]
      I certainly can imagine what the season holds for those without love or loved ones. I have been blessed with a loving family as a child and now as a father and grandparent. I like to think that if I was alone and not blessed with these things that I might seek the gift of giving to fill that open place in my life. So many in this world lack the basic needs and the ability to attain them that those of us who are alone or feel unfulfilled at this time of the year should find solace in helping those people. We should never underestimate the joy that comes from giving. Diamond Dan
    | Posted on 2005-11-25 00:00:00 | by dmm | [ Reply to This ]
      This is a good poem. Certainly a very sad one. You are so right, the holidays are certainly a very sad time for many people. Even though I am surrounded by family and friends, the holidays always seem to bring memories to life. I reflect on some that I have lost in my life and miss the ones I love so much that are no longer here to share the holidays with. There is always a moment of tears involved in each of these special holidays as I miss certain people so much and remember how the holidays once were when they were around to share them with. Things change so much when you lose someone you really love and it is hard not to think of them on days such as these. However, I dont consume myself with grief either. I am still blessed with lots of family and friends who bring me lots of happiness. I feel for the people who have nobody to lean on during these times. This is a very sad, yet touching poem. Nicely written and expressed. Take care.

    | Posted on 2005-11-25 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ]
      You're right Chrys, the holidays are the worst time of year for many people. It's not a myth but a reality for some who have no family or those with less resources. And in America we thrive on capitalism which is another way to proclaim so many of us as inadequate.

    The problem is, people believe it, that the wealth we enjoy is not so much monetary but endowed with love. So I've given thanks for friends like you, who have helped when I needed it. And that means so much!

    This is tight and worthy of mention as a poem, but my feelings can't be held back.
    Many blessings for love and light,

    | Posted on 2005-11-25 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]
      Nice. Lots of very nice references to the over-indulgences of thanksgiving, and maybe everyone should be just thankful that they don't feel like the person in the poem.

    Quite excellent, bitter and tired, well done.

    be Happy

    | Posted on 2005-11-24 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ]
      this is very sad, Chrys. this time of the year can be
    very lonely for a lot of people. there are so many in
    need while others feast and live in luxury.

    you have some very poignant lines, "she chokes on
    chunks of well-chewed tears that refuse to be
    swallowed" and "she eats a feast of rejection."
    you've given some very good food for thought (sorry for the pathetic

    i wish you love and many blessings, it saddens me
    to think you are perhaps feeling this way. i only
    hope it is just an exercise in empathy...?

    | Posted on 2005-11-24 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ]

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