THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Christmas Trees" by Robert Frost: foliage, coats, city, look, spires, balsams, bare, refuse, cut, boughs, Christmas, letter
last minute christmas shoppers in fur coats and woolly hats
refuse to be daunted by the crowds
the city looks beautiful with its church spires
coloured lights twinkle in the bare branches of trees
hanging baskets of balsams foliage and cut boughs of holly
decorate the shops with large red letters painted on the windows
driving home for christmas
to escape hordes of tourists
fleeing the northern winter
this time of the year
will spend the hols in the outback
with the mozzies snakes
and assorted wild life
breathe fresh air
float in a pool under an electric blue sky
to the sounds of silence
only interrupted by the start up of a slasher
followed by expletives as it breaks down once again
maybe santa will leave a new one under the tree this year
(i say that every year)
Poetry Pantry - Poets United # 433
Thank you all for your comments and companionship this year.
A Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year to you all.
See you in 2019
every year
she watches love actually and home alone
enjoys both every single time
listens to all the schmaltzy crooners
makes every attempt to be merry
prepares beautiful food
decorates the house
she loves christmas
every year it is the same
every year another spoiler
as the cross is to the vampire
christmas is to the mentally disordered
she finds jack nicholson from the shining
sitting in her lounge room
one day she is going to collapse
under the weight of the cross
she has been designated to carry
a commitment with no escape clause
until then...
captain trooper true blue
will steal moments of joy
pray for a miracle
soldier on
and fight the good fight with all her might
she could use some prayers as well
being an angel is difficult without wings or a halo
he daydreams sometimes
about little miss mouse
having her there
in his big lovely house
he ponders the world
on this and on that
finding solace in books
tv and the cats
he's shy and romantic
but can be quite frantic
thoughtful and kind
with an enquiring fine mind
one day he'll find a very cute bear
to have and to hold his sweet life to share
a mouse is ok as a loyal good friend
but anything more
would drive cats round the bend
it's the first time
i have been back
to the ghosts of my past
to that house
in the shadow of the cathedral
and its bells
i stare up at the french doors
thinking of the big bed
with the satin pink duvet
which I loved diving into
i remember
the great aunts
the aunts
the uncles
the dogs
the cats
the canaries
all gone
i remember
the christmas tree under the stairs
near the treadle sewing machine
nana and mummy bustling in aprons
bickering
cooking this baking that
lace table cloths and the fine glassware
brought out for special occasions
quando quando schmaltzy music
laughter
popping corks
all gone
the excitement of
the whole family
walking to midnight mass
hats and gloves best clothes
looking forward to
sauterne and christmas cake afterwards
still fresh in my memory
it was my home
these selfless lovely people
were my safe world
the only time in my life
i have felt truly loved
their progeny with all the
privileges and education
cannot hold a candle to them
the best part of me left with them
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watcha doing now
on the other side of the world
drinking bourbon
blowing smoke rings
in the air
closed eyes
listening to Al
thinking those
friday night thoughts
full of sighs
skipping on star trails
i can read them you know