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.

Haiku on Spirit


in this silent night
when life finally settles
spirits celebrate

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with a candle in hand
alone he ventures outside
her spirit summons

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she bids him farewell
a river runs through her cheeks
a spirit so frail

Sensational Haiku Wednesday, Prompt: Spirit
The Purple Treehouse: Poetic Form (Haiku)
Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry: a Merry Christmas Special

If I Could Talk


“In matters of principle, stand like a rock.” ~Thomas Jefferson

To the visitors of the park:

i refuse to be taken down by nature
i refuse to let go off my duty
i refuse to continue without this view before me
i will stay here until all my legs give up

if you want to help
take care of me, not just watch me falling into pieces
appreciate me, not just use me
build me, not just break me

i know i have no voice, but you have a heart
i know i am small, but you can do more
i know i am nothing alone, but you are many things
i know i am easy to be replaced, but you are irreplaceable

As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.  ~John Fitzgerald Kennedy

Thank you very much to Jingle Poetry’s invitation to join Poetry Potluck this week, even though I’m not following their prompt for this week. However, perhaps we can always ask the question, who is the bench’s boss, who’s in charge, who makes the decision? So with this thought to reflect, I decided to join Poetry Potluck. Please click the picture below to see plenty more of poems.