Re-post: What is Christmas, part 3


This is a re-post of an old post from Christmas 2011. Apparently, this image below has been used as a prompt by the Bluebell Books for their Short Story Slam Week 19. I didn’t have to enter. It’s already done by the kind folks at Bluebell Books. I re-post this so you can all visit their site and read more wonderful poems written by talented poets. Please click here to get there: http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/short-story-slam-week-19.html. Share yours too at their site if you have one. Happy poetry reading, friends!

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Christmas to the eyes of a 39-year old.

Image credit to Whitebook @ DeviantArt, titled A Christmas Story for Rezzan

find me an old tree
that needs its roots to survive
it’s where Christmas is

This is part of a 3-part series of a search for Christmas from a lifespan perspective (3 different ages). Please also see my previous two parts on “Where is Christmas” Series here (part 1 and part 2). I think I have found the answer to my search. Similar to finding happiness, the answer is to look inward, not outward. I hope the same for all of you too. I hope you have found your Christmas and will find it in the future. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays. Be well, be blessed.

What is Christmas, part 3


Christmas to the eyes of a 39-year old.

Image Credit to Whitebook @ DeviantArt, titled A Christmas Story for Rezzan

find me an old tree
that needs its roots to survive
it’s where Christmas is

 

This poem has been posted at Haiku Heights, Prompt: Christmas, Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry: a Merry Christmas Special, and The Poetry Pantry #81 at Poets United.

This is part of a 3-part series of a search for Christmas from a lifespan perspective (3 different ages). Please also see my previous two parts on “Where is Christmas” Series here (part 1 and part 2). I think I have found the answer to my search. Similar to finding happiness, the answer is to look inward, not outward. I hope the same for all of you too. I hope you have found your Christmas and will find it in the future. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays. Be well, be blessed.

A Gift


a gift you bring me
or is it i bring to you
perhaps we bring to each other
a moment,
a feeling,
a memory,
a life,
a possibility,
what we’ll do with it
is a journey
beyond our understanding at times
often our fear takes over
fear to lose,
to be disappointed,
hurt,
deserted,
lonely,
so we waste the gift

they say a gift
should not be turned down
turn down a gift
is to turn down the gifter
some people are born giver
but miserably fail
as a receiver
i’m still learning as well
perhaps we are all
learning together
in this imperfect world

my wish this Christmas
is that in one way or another
i have been a gift
to many of you, if not all
it’s my way of returning yours
as you all have been
a gift as well
to this mortified soul

Posted at Theme Thursday, Prompt: Gift and  Poetry Picnic Week 19 at the Gooseberry Garden.

What is Christmas, part 2


Christmas to the eyes of a 21-year old girl.

Credit image to Angels Advocate @DeviantArt, titled Where are You Christmas

 

The campus is officially closed. All buildings are locked, parking lots are empty, streets are bare, not a single soul. The last car leaving town just passes by the park where she has been sitting watching the street. This college town has once again stand true to its status. Holiday time means ghost town. All left are the deserted one, the uprooted, scurrying around to establish the familiar feeling everyone seems to be hunting for during this time in the year. Some succeed, some fail miserably.

It’s a cold day. The bench feels cold and damp. Earlier, the forecast gave a warning for a snow storm, a heavy one they said. It has started a few minutes ago. Big, wet drops. The kind that will make a white hexagonal stain on dark clothes. Some fall on her face, which she gladly allows it, hoping to balance the salty taste from the previous wetness. “Here we go,” she thinks to herself, “It’s my fourth one, I should know by now the routine steps.” It’s a dance after all. Has beginning, middle, and end. Yet, she seems to be stumbling on a few steps this time around.

The dance practice hasn’t gone as well as she expected. But what is she truly rehearsing for anyway? Is it to be an expert in asking the same question, “Where are you, Christmas,” year after year?

 

Holiday Spirit


Image credit to Maylar @DeviantArt, titled: Holiday Spirit

when the holiday spirit knocks at your heart
let it enter and touch your soul
for your soul is a divine one
perfect & charming as it is
deserves love and peace

let the spirit guide you down the forgiveness path
forgive yourself
let it help you find love
love yourself

It is now slightly after midnight on the 22nd. Christmas 2011 Countdown: 3 days (!)

Happy Holidays


The Christmas 2011 Countdown: 4 days(!). I’m trying an acronym poem this time.

H – Home is where my heart is
A – Always and forever
P – Pine trees can’t compete with coconut trees, and where
P – Peanut sauce is as addictive as apple sauce on holidays
Y – You are all invited to celebrate with me

H – Hoping the joy is spread to all around me
O – Over the land, sea and virtual space I send my holiday wishes
L – Loving memories sustain me, and
I – Into your lights i walk
D – Daylight comes when i see your face
A – After a long dreamless night
Y – You will forever be my source of hope
S – Shine your self in the midst of family, laughter and love

Warm hugs and kisses.

Window Shopping


 

pounding of boots on sidewalk
big feet, little feet, strollers
and from somewhere in the block
a familiar tune is belted live
from a sax

window to window
glitters, decorations, bells, ribbons
ghostly white faces, big round eyes
staring blankly from inside the glass
indifferent to the oohing and aahing on the other side
from a pair of pink cheeks
too excited to listen
to the numbness of her fingers
too young to understand
everything is not
for sale

This post has been submitted to Poetry Picnic Week 18: Snow, December, Winter Vacations, and Wildness. Please click the link in blue to see more poems from other poets.

Countdown to Christmas: 6 days