For all the poems in this Two Sylvias Press Advent Calendar challenge, visit my musings here.
Prologue: This is a 31 day event that helps poets and authors all over to pen down 31 new poems in the month of December (2025). Every day we can open the calendar for that day to read about the prompt for that day. Then let your imagination fly to infinity with your thoughts and voice.
Note: I am in 2026, but will continue with the prompts and poems till Dec 31st.
For Day 21 the prompt given to us was to write a prose-poem about something that resists commitment. Allow this poem to go wherever it takes, even if it feels strange. This was difficult to write for me. Here is my take.
Perils and Pearls of a Tree
I was a tree in the front yard. The family took one look at me and bought the house. Many memories are tied within me, of me, of the family, of the kids that grew up in my shade. The new neighbor one day tells that I am eyesore to them whenever they look out their window. The petitioned to the HOA to remove me from the home, from the property. The only home I ever knew, where will they take me. One fine day a landscaping guy came to chop me down, little did he know that I carried so many memories. I grew tall and strong with them. Yet, I was chopped down as the HOA wanted leaving just a stout small trunk. I was one second tall and huge, and the next second I was just a small stout trunk close to the earth. The neighbors were especially happy that they could have their view. But they never realized that the small tree trunk that was left gave way to small young stems out of that trunk. I will grow tall and strong again, fill myself with memories of the house and neighborhood, and ofcourse will form an eyesore to the neighbor again.
Galavant Reflections 