Loud

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Loud
Loud music
Loud Christmas carols filling air
Loud
Loud colours
Loud decorations everywhere
Loud
Loud demands
Loud requests made on Santa’s knee
Loud
Loud flashbacks
Loud are our childhood memories
On this most holy silent night

#SoCS Dec. 14/19

I found the stream of consciousness prompt to write about “loud,” fascination.  In following the guidelines and with only the prompt word “loud” and the idea of Christmas the poem above began to form.  Without any intention of doing so, the first nine lines fell into a 1-3-8-1-3-8 . . . syllable pattern.  The final line (also 8 syllables) came naturally, but  the 10th line did, I admit require one edit to bring it to 3 syllables.

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