As we stand on the threshold of Christmas, we want you to nestle all snug in your bed and write a sugarplum. A sugarplum can be something that puts a smile on your face, a warmth in your heart or a thought in your head. A trigger to bigger things. A memory spark tied to the Holiday season, no matter which you celebrate!
But also, you can write about sleep. My history with every sleep disorder in the book plays into this as well. Give your vision some life.
MARIE ELENA’S SWEET DREAM:
what sweeter dream at end of day than Babe of peace in manger’s hay © Copyright – Marie Elena Good 2012WALT’S VISION:
IN HEAVENLY PEACE
The night is silent and still.
The children nestle and dream
sweet thoughts for a restful slumber.
And despite the turmoil that stirs,
mankind yearns for goodwill
toward brothers and sisters
not known, a love shown for a day
blessed and pure, all calm and bright;
a Silent Night. A Holy Night
in Heavenly peace!
© Copyright – Walter J. Wojtanik 2012
December 23rd, 2012 at 12:21 AM
Sweet dreams in heavenly peace! What a couple of deliciously lovely sugar-plums to send us off … thanks guys…
December 23rd, 2012 at 2:05 AM
Yep, they’ve done it again! Thanks for the beautiful sugarplums, you two!❤
December 23rd, 2012 at 2:41 PM
Walt and Marie, sweet, sweet sugarplums! thank-you.
December 23rd, 2012 at 2:58 PM
So true x 2!
December 26th, 2012 at 3:16 PM
Agreeing with all here!!
Love the glimpse of sweetness you bring Marie and Walt, the hope and heaven in yours…both so beautiful!!
December 23rd, 2012 at 2:06 AM
Night’s Enchantment
Moonlight casts its silvery spell,
Whispering to my weary ears,
Blanketing in cover of dark,
The silent, sleepy world beneath.
A whole new world is wakened then:
A world of sleep, of night, of dreams.
And visions march across the roofs
Of my eyelids, parading scenes.
Scenes of sweetness, joy or laughter,
Scenes of darkness, evil, danger.
My mind runs wild through the night,
Chasing dreams across my pillow.
December 23rd, 2012 at 5:03 AM
“Scenes of sweetness, joy or laughter,…” Love this! <3 !!
December 26th, 2012 at 5:14 AM
Thank you, Hen. ❤❤
December 23rd, 2012 at 9:19 AM
I love my dream worlds and I hope you love yours. Great poem.
December 23rd, 2012 at 11:22 AM
Oh I do. I just had to put the part about “darkness, evil, danger” because dreams are not always the kindest of things…
December 24th, 2012 at 1:37 PM
Nice one, Erin.
December 25th, 2012 at 6:13 PM
I like this one, Erin.
December 23rd, 2012 at 2:25 AM
Nothing Less
More sweet dreams for you, my dear.
Only love, no pain or fear.
On wings of steel we sail, we soar
with nothing less or nothing more.
December 23rd, 2012 at 3:05 AM
This is beautiful, Mike! I love it!
December 23rd, 2012 at 5:04 AM
Oh, Michael… Beautiful!! <3!
December 23rd, 2012 at 7:53 AM
nice
December 23rd, 2012 at 9:20 AM
Perfect!
December 23rd, 2012 at 2:58 PM
Tender!
December 24th, 2012 at 1:38 PM
Great little poem, Mike.
December 23rd, 2012 at 5:00 AM
Walt… Meg… soo tenderly Beautiful!!
December 23rd, 2012 at 7:52 AM
Sweet dreams, Bloomies.
the sugarplum dreamer, deeply asleep,
on the first night of winter, imagined
the days were growing longer. she
was a sunflower, in that dream, or
a tin, pumped, spinning top–red,
yellow, white, blur–or rope swing
unwinding. wind in her face and hair
December 23rd, 2012 at 6:26 PM
such beautiful images. I’ll take this dream!
December 24th, 2012 at 7:52 AM
This feels Magical… <3!!
December 24th, 2012 at 1:39 PM
Ah, Barbara, love this.
December 23rd, 2012 at 9:27 AM
Sugarplum Dreams
My Christmas wish is simple:
the love and health of my family,
time to spend with them,
and hope for the future.
I am lucky enough to have had
all three wishes come true.
Santa, you can skip my house.
We have all the gifts we need.
December 24th, 2012 at 7:54 AM
Aww… WONDERFUL for you and yours!! It’s all we really need… <3!!
December 24th, 2012 at 1:41 PM
Lovely, Linda. Such a true reminder.
December 26th, 2012 at 1:02 AM
I really like this one Linda!! You are so right! What more could anyone want?
December 23rd, 2012 at 10:21 AM
Christmas Memories
Snowflakes
Snowflakes, twinkling Christmas lights
A huge painted Santa with hand up in a wave
Wave to friends and family, smiles they gave
Presents and farm set under the tree
Tree, the best ever
Evergreen straight from the yard
Yard filled with snow
Bare feet run in anticipation
Anticipation of celebration
Children up before dawn
Dawn arrives, parents yawn
A flurry of paper and glad cries
Cries of delight
Delight entwined with peace
Peace like a blanket of snow
Twinkling lights, turkey smells
Smells and sounds of jingle bells
Snow falling in hills and trees
Trees, evergreen memories
December 23rd, 2012 at 10:43 AM
Fantastic form Connie! And what wonderful memories…
December 24th, 2012 at 7:55 AM
I Love this form and this: “… Peace like a blanket of snow…”
December 24th, 2012 at 1:44 PM
Connie, you’ve outdone yourself again. Marvelous poem.
December 25th, 2012 at 6:14 PM
Lovely, Connie!
December 26th, 2012 at 1:05 AM
Lovely! I really like the form. What’s it called?
December 23rd, 2012 at 10:22 AM
POEMS OF RED AND GREEN
they dazzle us now
in their abandon
their words sparkle
and dance through lines
in perfect Christmas time
they amaze us
as we tremble
to find our gleeful selves
diving beneath the surface
of red and green
only to discover
the words down there
define our lives
and if we could
we’d never swim
to the surface
we’d lose ourselves
to the measured motion
of the stanzas
we’d live out our dreams
in green and red;
we’d let the words
say who we are
and believe them.
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December 23rd, 2012 at 10:45 AM
Wow, Salvatore! So much content presented so lyrically in so few words. Awesome.
December 24th, 2012 at 7:57 AM
Yes!
December 24th, 2012 at 1:46 PM
Sal, I truly believe you were born to present language in this fashion. As always, your poem is thoughtful, poignant, and memorable. Thank you.
December 25th, 2012 at 6:15 PM
Beautiful poem, Sal.
December 23rd, 2012 at 11:30 AM
A small memory
Shriveled by time and distance
A sweet sugar plum
December 23rd, 2012 at 12:22 PM
December 23rd, 2012 at 2:48 PM
Sweet! 😊
December 23rd, 2012 at 2:56 PM
Delicious!
December 24th, 2012 at 7:57 AM
… sweet yesterdays… <3!!
December 24th, 2012 at 1:48 PM
I think we all have a few of those lying around on the floor of our minds, Happy. It’s amazing how often they stop our daily lives with a reappearance for review.
Love this.
December 23rd, 2012 at 1:41 PM
[...] by Poetic Bloomings #87: Visions Of Sugarplums; and posted for Day #49 for the “100 Days of Fall/Winter 2012” [...]
December 24th, 2012 at 1:53 PM
I left you a comment onsite, Paula, but wanted to reiterate here. It was a lovely sugarplum. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
December 23rd, 2012 at 1:42 PM
SUGARPLUMS
In the rush
of the day
my mind is on
the dashing
errands
that consume
the holiday
season.
In the hush
of the night
my heart lingers
on thoughts
of people
(past and present)
who make the
holiday special.
December 23rd, 2012 at 2:34 PM
The first lines in each stanza creates a vivid atmosphere. So true…the rush of day, the hush of night…
December 23rd, 2012 at 2:56 PM
Warms my heart, pmwanken!
December 24th, 2012 at 7:58 AM
! <3 !
December 25th, 2012 at 6:16 PM
Beautifully painted picture, Paula.
December 23rd, 2012 at 2:53 PM
DREAMER!
In the corner of our dining room
atop the small curio cabinet
he sits.
Asleep and lost in dreams of sugar plums, I’m sure,
he is
wearing red shirt
with horizontal stripe,
baseball cap on a tilt
Christmas tree branch crooked in elbow
smile on his face.
Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown!
December 24th, 2012 at 7:59 AM
!!! Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown!!!
!!
December 24th, 2012 at 4:53 PM
Henrietta,
!
December 24th, 2012 at 1:55 PM
Love it, Patricia. He had such a treasured little tree.
December 24th, 2012 at 4:54 PM
My all-time fav! Best!
December 26th, 2012 at 1:06 AM
Sweet, Patricia!
December 23rd, 2012 at 2:57 PM
A Sugar Plum…
Silent night
A froth of white
Sifts from the lower cloud
It wraps the earth
In sparkling mirth
Redemption’s spotless shroud
Heavenly peace
Mankind’s release
From worldly weariness
Where all is calm
Held in the Palm
Of Perfect Love’s caress
Whisper of prayer
Wings through the air
Past midnight’s star-kissed seas
Where God imparts
To love-worn hearts
Life’s tender memories
© Janet Martin
December 23rd, 2012 at 10:01 PM
There is no end to your beauty, Janet! You make this look so easy.
Marie Elena
December 24th, 2012 at 8:01 AM
Just… soo… Beautiful… <3!!!
December 24th, 2012 at 1:56 PM
Excellent, Janet. This should be on a Christmas card where it’s message could be read by so many more. Just lovely.
December 24th, 2012 at 4:56 PM
Janet, “froth of white” is such a visual!
December 23rd, 2012 at 3:19 PM
Carol for an Open December
Shadows push through the afternoon
Stretching to meet the sun
Which hurries through its timid circle
Striking the hills with golden fire
Blazing amber through the oaks.
Each layer of brown lies warming to the next,
From the pale stems of broken grass
In the san-beige meadows touching
The final mahogany
Of fall plowed fields.
This is where the deer
Come dashing out between
Dulled hills of cedar green.
Their hooves strike magic sparkles on the frosted ground
Faster than the eye can comprehend.
Then silence wraps itself around
The sudden emptiness until
The barking of a distant dog
Scatters staccato pebbles against
The echoing hills.
Weary now, the sun slips through the trees.
The fading light
Draws into its circle the evening star,
Rims the naked trees with silver nets of frost.
Each footstep on the hardened earth
Rings and from afar
The evening church bell chimes and cuts
A silver pathway through the darkening air.
Note: I cheated with this one. I wrote it over 30 years ago, It has always been a favorite & when I read “Christmas memories, I decided to post it.
December 23rd, 2012 at 10:00 PM
Beautifully penned, as always Marian. I can see why it is one of your favorites.
Marie Elena
December 24th, 2012 at 8:03 AM
Gorgeous… and timeless in its Beauty… !!
December 24th, 2012 at 2:01 PM
Lovely, Marian. Thank you for bringing it out to share with us.
December 25th, 2012 at 6:18 PM
Just stunning, Marian. I especially love, `the final mahogany/of fall plowed fields.’
December 23rd, 2012 at 6:04 PM
Promise
We dream of hope and sacrifice
and wait in darkness for the light.
A baby is a promise
that wrong can be made right.
When humble faith can kneel us down
and kindness melt upon the tongue,
the best of what we are resounds—
no wonder bells are rung!
Loved your poems today, Marie and Walt! Merry Christmas, friends!
December 24th, 2012 at 8:04 AM
Yes… “no wonder bells are rung!” <3!
December 24th, 2012 at 2:02 PM
Your pen did not falter on these lines, Jane. Marvelous as always.
December 23rd, 2012 at 6:23 PM
The Stuff of Dreams
What sugared fancies dance in dreams,
What sweet notes fall from angel wings,
What beauty shines from winter’s sun
Upon the snow when day’s begun.
What loving words, what tender smiles,
What peace can reach across the miles,
What wonder fills us, come what may,
When we awake on Christmas Day.
December 24th, 2012 at 8:05 AM
December 24th, 2012 at 2:03 PM
Sweet. Love it. What, indeed.
December 23rd, 2012 at 10:02 PM
Thanks so much for the kind comments, all, and for the beautiful sugar plums!
Marie Elena
December 23rd, 2012 at 11:39 PM
Visions of a Sugar Plum
In holiday dream,
table laid
red and white
end to end with festive foods
each representing
cultures of dear friends,
joined, smiling,
glasses raised,
toasting to health, friendship, peace,
my holiday dream.
Hope your plums are sugared this season.
December 24th, 2012 at 8:08 AM
“… each representing/cultures of dear friends,/joined, smiling,… toasting to health, friendship, peace,…” Sara… I just Like you soo much!! <3!!
!!
December 25th, 2012 at 6:19 PM
Thanks you so much, Hen. I feel the same about you.
December 25th, 2012 at 10:48 PM
Aww… you just Made my Christmas Day!! <3 !!
!!
December 24th, 2012 at 2:05 PM
Sara, you’ve expressed the wish of us all, I think, and did it beautifully. Thank you. Your sugarplum spirit is definitely in the right place.
December 25th, 2012 at 6:20 PM
Thanks, Claudsy!
December 24th, 2012 at 1:43 AM
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com.au/2012/12/warm-thoughts.html
Greetings to all, and, to the organisers, many thanks for a year of inspiring prompts. Happy New Year.
December 24th, 2012 at 8:10 AM
Soo sweet!
December 24th, 2012 at 1:35 PM
Fun poems, Rinkly. I enjoyed them both.
December 28th, 2012 at 10:19 PM
Fun indeed! Love the rhythm and flow, and SO nice to see you here again, Rinkly!
Marie Elena
December 24th, 2012 at 3:47 AM
This is inspired by one of my favorite musical pieces of all time.
Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker
Sleep’s deep in winter,
Enriched by dreams of snowfall,
Sugarplums dancing.
Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker suits
The spirit of the season.
Bringing peaceful dreams,
Faeries dance, flowers waltzing,
Sleep’s deep in winter.
© Copyright – Erin Kay Hope 2012
December 24th, 2012 at 8:12 AM
December 24th, 2012 at 1:31 PM
Lovely, Erin. Thank you for the vision.
December 26th, 2012 at 1:08 AM
You’re both welcome! And thank you for the comments!!
December 24th, 2012 at 7:43 AM
Christmas Tree
When needles rattle
and fall to the floor
then you’ll know
it’s a tree no more.
That’s why our tree
is fantastic plastic
’cause it springs right back
every year.
~ Merry Christmas ~
December 24th, 2012 at 8:13 AM
December 24th, 2012 at 1:30 PM
Love it, Misky. We asked ourselves a question years ago. Why kill permanently for a temporary use when a tree box will store and give us holidays galore.
December 24th, 2012 at 7:48 AM
[...] Written for Poetic Bloomings Sugarplum Prompt #87 http://poeticbloomings.com/2012/12/23/visions-of-sugarplums-prompt-87 [...]
December 24th, 2012 at 1:28 PM
Walt and Marie, as usual you gave us great examples.
Each year since 1999, this memory has kept me grounded during this season. Hope you can enjoy it along with me.
Small Things
We all gathered,
Diverse women in hall,
Sewing chatting defining
Ourselves by hand and
Purpose for that season.
Scraps of fabric we cut
In boot style, big enough
For goodies and trimmed
With spare lace or ribbon,
And jingles bells on cuffs.
Amid laughter and learning
We placed our care into
Myriad small person futures
To carry their hopes forward,
To know someone else cared.
When those bright stockings
Overflowed with pencils and
Prizes, alongside fruits and nuts.
They traveled horseback to
Hillsides, caves, and homesites
Where children of sparse fortune
Celebrated with less expectation,
Knowing life gave them small
Things to appreciate and
Possibilities for surprising cheer.
December 24th, 2012 at 10:13 PM
Clauds, what a wonderful thing to do, and captured here so sweetly. You’ve put a smile on my face this Christmas Eve as I head to bed.
Wishing you all visions of sugar plums and peaceful rest.
XOX
Marie Elena
December 25th, 2012 at 2:10 AM
Thank you, Marie. Jo and I did it two years in a row while we lived in AZ, with the Am. Legion Aux. We collected and put together food baskets for both Thanksgiving and Christmas, with stocking for the kids on Christmas. There were nearly 75 volunteers who worked for months getting everything lined up and on target.
In total we provided for 250 families, many of whom lived up in the mountains. Those boxes had to go in by pack horse and mule. There were no roads back into those areas. And when I mentioned caves, I wasn’t using metaphor.
Remembering those two years always make me feel good about what the season is all about. Wishing you and everyone here a wonderful holiday.
December 27th, 2012 at 7:57 AM
Wow. You and Jo are wonderful, selfless folk with some amazing life experiences. Hugs, hugs, hugs!
Marie Elena
December 27th, 2012 at 1:17 PM
You’re sweet, Marie. We’ve just been a lot of places.Our lives have been as blessed as most and filled with adventures. Each experience prepares us for those in the future.
December 25th, 2012 at 7:07 AM
Beautiful, Clauds… Just Beautiful!! <3!!
December 25th, 2012 at 12:40 PM
Aw, thanks, Henrietta. I’m glad you liked it.
December 25th, 2012 at 10:51 PM
December 24th, 2012 at 11:48 PM
The Dream
Ah, Sugarplum, the fairy, takes her flight
as midnight tolls and heavy folds my eyes.
Into my dreams, she spins a golden light.
She sits upon my nose, and then she sighs:
“All life has gone away; the bells and sleigh.
The beauty of the day ; the frosty flow`rs;
the birdie on the branch has flown away!
Now, you must be respectful of your Hours”.
From gold to cold became my gray-green dream;
my sleep once more disturbed as in the past.
The birdie on the branch, a promise seen,
has taken flight; my hope is lost at last.
The dream of all my days has flown away
and in the morning gloom the sadness strays.
December 25th, 2012 at 7:04 AM
December 25th, 2012 at 12:25 PM
I know…I know…
December 25th, 2012 at 10:52 PM
Hugs…
December 27th, 2012 at 7:59 AM
… and more hugs. Beautiful, haunting melody, Jacqueline.
Marie Elena
December 25th, 2012 at 12:58 AM
“And visions of sugar-bums danced in his head”
Grandma – what’s a sugar-bum? Do I have one?
You betcha buddy – yours is the cutest sugar-bum of all
I reply to my grandson – the one with the “plumber” jeans
The ones that won’t stay up for nothin’, and we have not
Been able to find suspenders anywhere that will fit
A toddler – he mishears that part of the story over and over
And why not? Sugar plum, sugar bum – both make as little sense
To this Canadian child who has never heard of either …
December 25th, 2012 at 7:02 AM
Aww… soo delightfully sweet!!
December 26th, 2012 at 1:00 AM
How cute!!! ❤
December 27th, 2012 at 8:00 AM
Oh my goodness! ADORABLE!!!
Marie Elena
December 25th, 2012 at 2:00 PM
so lovely!
December 25th, 2012 at 6:22 PM
Walt and Marie, I loved your sugarplums!
December 25th, 2012 at 11:29 PM
Christmas
yet again
no sugar plums
December 26th, 2012 at 10:21 AM
Seasonal Memories
As branches droop,
needles fall and
ornaments drop;
tender smiles,
savory scents and
sweet memories
linger.
December 26th, 2012 at 4:23 PM
[...] Poetic Bloomings-Visions of Sugarplums -Prompt # 87 [...]
December 26th, 2012 at 4:25 PM
Sugarplum… (a haiku)
Single flame flickers,
crackled glass refracts the light-
pondering a star.
Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2012