For the holidays,
Stairways are lit up with stars.
They’re from the heavens.
All the Christmas trees,
They have blue flowers on them.
They glow in the dark.
Hearts and points of light.
They are floating in the sky.
What a miracle.
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I like how this poem does not rhyme. Rhyming often puts too many restraints on the writer, and leads to a piece lacking creativity. Your last line, “What a miracle” acts as a substantial ending to the poem. It leaves readers with closure. The line is simple, yet important. I also like your second and third lines. “Stairways are lit up with stars. They’re from the heavens.” The holidays are a religious time, so I think it is important that you tied the concept of faith and Heaven into your piece.
Indeed a miracle. I love Christmas trees!
I find that the very last line of this piece is the most powerful. Christmas really is a miracle, but more importantly, so is everything that it is meant to celebrate. Friends, family, love… Life! Overall the flow of the poem, with the imagery provided, is perfect for the season.