Sweet faced cherub
dangle from my Christmas tree
silver fades
*
Watchman over me
protector of my life
almost see your smile
*
ancient being
mythology cant chart your path
faithful servant
Sweet faced cherub
dangle from my Christmas tree
silver fades
*
Watchman over me
protector of my life
almost see your smile
*
ancient being
mythology cant chart your path
faithful servant
We
looked
at pictures
colorful memories
early morning squeals
mouth-watering scents
and glittery anticipation
this year
tradition shattered
I looked at pictures
tear fused with the ink
unrecognizable monochrome blurs
replaced the jolly scene
journey into
unknown
packages empty
the air was- the same
The pictures looked at me
questions disturbing balance
where are the?
why aren’t there?
shaking my head
I tossed the picture beneath the space
where the tree would have been
I decided to write a series of poems in contrast to the traditional Christmas. This is written from the insider’s vantage point.
What will you find beneath your tree this Christmas?
Romance?
or…
a wonderland of snow
gifts elegantly circled with red satin bows
8 knives for carving
1 rope for climbing
perhaps…
a lifeless form
beneath the fresh-cut Christmas Tree
Read my “festive” poem “Beneath the Christmas Tree” over at Pen of the Damned.
Flowers blooming in late November?
San Francisco looks more like spring…
The prompt this week at Word Press Photo challenge is Unexpected.
Last of the ornaments on the tree
Each one hanging free
doll with miniature shoes
a choo choo too
“Please turn on the lights”
“We can’t the lights weren’t hung right”
This is no fiction – the lights usually put away correctly were wound the wrong way so our kids when putting them on started from the wrong end (not their fault). The tree looks great.
Each week Monkey Man hosts a flash fiction in 160. It’s fast, its fun, it’s fiction!
Thanks to Sociotard for the beautiful photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/9918311@N02/4134617794/
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
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