Last Christmas (Blues for Christmas)

Last Christmas, the radio droned out a sorrowful

song of a love gone foul by the betrayal of time

and distance.

The Season’s poison tasted like blood in my mouth.

The festive air burnt in my encrusted lungs.

Tears of confusion stung with a vengeful heat-

and burnt up my pillow.

Cruelty echoed inside my head like a broken



I sat upon the balustrade that clammy day

and hummed a woeful dirge for memory’s sake.

I inhaled the fleeting illusion fed by doubt, felt

the cold chills brush my skin and harsh reality

mock my pathetic reflection.

The last sunbeam drowned in the lake reminding

me of my loss.

The night blanket followed suite simultaneously-

stroking my pain and loneliness.

The neon lights in the city blinded me.

The Christmas tree lights blinked synonymously

with my ugly reality check.

Christmas carols sounded like funeral hymns as

he haunted me at the midnight hour like Scrooge’s

ghost of Christmas past.

The singular mistletoe rhymed with Eric Benet and

Faith Evans’s “Christmas without you”.

The blues delved deep into my vintage soul.

I felt so alone last Christmas that words

overflowed and fed my empty yearly journal.


This Christmas, the radio will play a joyful song

in celebration of love.

I’ll banish  your lingering phantom presence with

a new love’s embrace.

I’ll take the neon lights this time and make him

a beautiful crown because he is King.

Fill the house with the scent of cinnamon,

accessorize the outdoors with Christmas lights and

decorate the tree with tinsel and lace.

I’ll turn up the volume of the radio, and sing

along to “Drummer boy” as an appreciation for

the season’s new beginnings.

This Christmas, my baby and i will dance to

Alexander O’Neal’s “Our first Christmas”.


The overdose of love and happiness will fill my

poetry anthology this Christmas, and the remnants

of last Christmas’s painful archival manuscripts

will be shredded like Kraft paper.


©FloetryC 2016



Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

2 thoughts on “Last Christmas (Blues for Christmas)”

  1. Sounds so formal. But hopefully I won’t be alone this year, but if it’s GOD’S will for me to be, then I will rejoice in the knowledge that this too will past and soon I will enjoy a home full of love again as it has been before but better.

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    1. Amen, Amen to that!
      See, the aspect of loneliness is also an aspect of the mind.
      You’re only alone if you allow yourself to be.
      That’s a train of thought i have become familiar with.
      God’s love is so vast that it can remove any traces of loneliness….Love can also be experienced in many ways.

      I love your comment very much, Queen.


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