The Gingerbread Boy

This is written for my nephew, I, with love…

“The Gingerbread Boy” by Jill Ocone (Copyright 2016)

img_1366aThe Gingerbread Boy

Wearing his pointed hat of red,

His favorite,

Waited with all of the other children

As the crowd counted down

From five with delight,

Then the lights came alive

As the star shined brightly

From atop the town Christmas tree on Main Street.

 

The Gingerbread Boy

Received a red balloon,

His favorite…

He held onto its ribbon

As it danced in the air

While the band played “Let It Snow”

With snowflakes swirling in the light shining

From the town Christmas tree on Main Street.

 

The Gingerbread Boy

Climbed into the red carriage,

His favorite,

The clip clop

Of the horse’s feet

And the jingle jangle

From its bridle of bells

Rang out as the horse turned about

Near the town Christmas tree on Main Street.

 

Suddenly the sirens screamed

As the parade of red firetrucks,

His favorite,

Decorated in lights

Arrived to deliver

Their Christmas cargo

Who dismounted from his ladder perch

Next to the town Christmas tree on Main Street.

 

He belted a joyful “Ho Ho Ho”

The big man in red,

His favorite…

Then the Gingerbread Boy

Through his twinkley eyes

Watched in wonder

As he winked while welcoming him.

The magic was real and

The Gingerbread Boy believed

That night

By the town Christmas tree on Main Street.

Sharing Something Different Today….

I’m going outside of my comfort zone today by sharing a poem called “Futility” that I wrote earlier this year. I do not have a lot of confidence when it comes to creative writing, but in order for me to grow as a writer, it’s important that I try writing different genres here and there.

futility

The photo was taken in Herald Square by Macy’s, New York City. It seemed to fit the darker aura of the poem.

Day 06 of 31 Days of Summer Lovin’ 2016: Night

NIGHT

By day I wear my mask,

The light emitting a facade,

Plain conformity to

Blend in with the masses.

By night I wear my self,

The dark emitting the truth,

Colorful rarity to

Stand out from the masses.

Which is which,

I don’t know.

They all blend into

One black shapeless

Tumor

Fighting for

Victory.

 

I made a decision to write something different today. Copyright Jill Ocone, July 6, 2016.