Sunday's Whirligig and Poets United
Red Against White
Red Against White
room of her
own make that studio kitchen
bedroom a
luxury not given to everyone
the stream runs
through it thoughts ideas and words
they belong to
her cherry trees in full bloom petals fall on to the snow
red against
white it is not a fact just an idea
i am lured into the
scene by the red the red rope which binds them
lovers holding
hands he pulls down a bough for her to see
she ties a red
ribbon into a bow hung it in the tree red against white
spring will come
soon enough the woodlands will come alive
turn green offer shade i can
find no reason for it all
rains come streams
overflow flood waters cut-short lives
even on christmas day or the day after it all seems so
vicious
sweet ones die too soon hearts broken red against white
pasted together with
red that is the scheme of things i fear there is nothing else
December 26, 2015
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The Sunday Whirl
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The Sunday Whirl
The Night
After Christmas
gathered around
the fire the tale will be told
for many a year
one after
another will join in adding one
detail after another
recount
all that happened on that horrible
night the telling always begins
‘twas the
night after christmas the children
were nestled all snug in their beds
mama in
her kerchief and i in my cap we had just settled down
for a
long winter’s nap while
visions of sugar plums still danced in our heads
then the
roof flew off with
such a clatter i sprang
from my bed
to see
what was the matter away to the window tore open the shutters
threw up
the sash no
moon a
starless night
the
butter on the table was
next to fly away one sentence
after
another adding to the experience little things remembered
gives one
a chill the night was dark and rainy eleven tornados
eleven
killed death and destruction everywhere
they said
it all happened in thirty
seconds hardly enough
time
to run
for safety to gather
one’s thoughts create a
sentence
find
connections we’ll try
again next year to tell
the tale
remember what was lost find another ending with a happy santa clause
remember what was lost find another ending with a happy santa clause
December
27, 2015
3 comments:
' streams overflow ' ~ I feel these words differently today...we probably need to prepare some frames? for them, some roads....wish you peaceful New Year, Annell.
Summer, winter, spring or fall we are often touched by sadness while the world spins on uncaring. At least we poets can express our feelings with words hard though it is to write them.
handsome!
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