Adulting In My Sleep

I once gave up flight

In the middle of the night

And so I lost my sight

For the city lights

Yet, still I’m whisked away

Come the break of day

To places children don’t play

To where I’m hard-pressed to say

That I can still smile

Like I did when I, a child

Sat and stared for awhile

In a midsummer breeze, perfect and wild

So tonight, as I rest my head

I’ll go to sleep instead

Wide-eyed as pirate-dread

And fly with dragon wings and a helium-head

Instead of a heart made of lead

Pay It Forward Thursday – Captain Q

Hey all, December Rose here,

This week as I was reading through all of the loverly writings throughout the amazing WordPress community, I stumbled upon Sitting In Great Silence by Captain Q. It’s short, sweet, and to the point, and accompanied by a fetching picture, which is a general theme for this guy. He has a very poignant way with words, creating some of the most vivid mental images in a few short lines.

This is just one of the many incredible posts I’ve read by Captain Q, so be sure to stop by his site and wander around a bit. I can guarantee you’ll be glad you did.

Keep it up, Captain!

December Rose-Heart of Gold

Sun to Sun

A heart made of gold is a heavy thing to bear

But of naught else would I have mine crafted

Wood decays and burns, at all else would tear

Stones unrefined are but elder hearts drafted

 

Diamonds won’t break, neither can they be reshaped

Stars glow conflagrant and never could be tamed

Of the precious metals, many mimic the moon

But golden is the sun, from which hearts are hewn

 

This small pearl of ember, reasonably contained

Understandably, however, may become enflamed

No two are alike though they complement

Closer to the whole from which they were rent

 

It is said, “from ashes to ashes, from dust to dust”

That is to say, “copper to tarnish, iron to rust”

But the golden we live on, this I truly believe

From sun to sun, incandescent and heavy


My name is December Rose… Well, that’s not entirely true, but I prefer that name as a writer. Just like everyone else, I’m not just a writer. I’m also not just a musician, engineer, coffee enthusiast, or child, but I am all of those things and plus a bit more. I’ve lived life and had my share of wonderful and regrettable experiences, and found that my place in the world seems to be in words. I like to tell stories about my friends because they’re all quirky characters, and I think they could all be legends, if they’d let themselves. I like to write poetry about the beautiful things in life, and yeah, sometimes I get a bit melancholy. Really, my December Rose blog is all about wearing my heart on my sleeve and keeping up my creative writing skills, since my job requires zero creativity, and if I went all day without some sort of outlet, I’d lose myself. I’d appreciate any and all critique (don’t worry about sparing my feelings. If you’re coming from the angle of trying to help me improve, I’ll understand even the most nit-picky critique) because I do intend to write and publish books someday. I also just love people, and if my writing can be an inspiration or simply bring a smile to even one other human, it’ll be worth it to me. My goal is to make memories, be in memories, and give others something to remember.

“God gave us memories so we could have roses in December” – J. M. Barrie (author of Peter Pan)