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| snowflake covered icicles |
How full
of creative genius is the air in which these are generated! I should hardly admire more if real stars
fell and lodged on my coat – Henry David Thoreau
I sat down
to write a piece of poetry about Christmas and snow falling. Words like softly and gently wanted to be
written, but they seemed cliché. You
see, a couple of weeks ago someone told me I was all “happy-clappy” about
Christmas. This person knows nothing of
my life; the good stuff or the sad.
We simply
look at the pasted smile and go about our days, because that is what we are
supposed to do.
Having
allowed myself to get duly worked up, I understood that my outlook had nothing
to do with outward circumstances; it’s rooted in my intrinsic values and
beliefs. It’s my distinct gift to open every day.
You see,
the very first Christmas was not a glitter covered event with gentle snowflakes
and hot toddys. It was in a barn full of
animals and ransacked with scandal.
There was dirt and gossip whispered behind backs; homelessness and
poverty. All of the lack and mess was
spotlighted by a bright star and the most harmonic choir ever. Emmanuel, welcome into my ordinary.
Mind
cleared, perspective back, I can now write the poem –
Tiny, virtually
unnoticeable flakes fell from winter grey skies
Micro dots
of crystalline frost coming through the atmosphere
Covering everything
with a coat of pure white
It’s quiet
A quiet so
loud that I stop and listen
Do I hear
anything?
Piles
deepen as ice molecules continue their journey; a frolic to a solstice tune
It’s
pretty; picture perfect, all is clean
Appearances,
like the smile pasted face are not always as they seem
Under the
snow lies potholed streets and brown grass
Muddy fields
and broken stuff
Buildings and
cars; all the remnants of living
For a
moment, though, all is calm and all is bright
Pristine and
textbook…for a moment
Happy New
Year, friends!
Missy
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Oh so true...beautifully written..Love Mom
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mom. Are you missing the snow and cold this year?
DeleteIsn't it just like someone to want to rain on your parade? Just because you want to focus on the good in life instead of what hurts doesn't mean it's not there. We all paste smiles on since only a select few should be included in the reality of what our lives are really all about. I like the way your poem turned out but the soft and gentle would have been nice too. Hope your Christmas was merry and your New Year bright.
ReplyDeleteMarlene, I think you almost said it better than I did. We certainly do put on our smiles, in our polite society. Maybe, I'll write another poem that does include soft and gentle. Happy New Year!
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