Poem -
MOON DUST
on a Christmas Eve
in a somewhere place
an old stocking lays
with it's santa face
staring upwards
through a roof tile
cracked
at a dusty moon
who does not
smile back
it observes the sleigh bells
passing by
over somewhere else
with its long dead eye
from the spying place
in its old felt face
under roof tiles, cracked
from the black someplace
where a dusty moon
will not smile back
this year
M P 9/12/21
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My Goodness MARION!!.....an AMAZING write/read......but OH SO melancholy....so sad.....so VERY relatable to so many during the holiday season!!......PINNED!!.....WOW!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo : )
Thanks so very much Tony...hugs x
This is a bittersweet poem and I like the format you have it in it flows
beautifully. I too have a bittersweet melancholia going on this year. Maybe it is related to losing so many friends and loved one... Not related to covid either.
I had covid and spent some days in the hospital.. Life is brief and it is also sweet. love the write
sharaine
Hi Sharaine...I'm sorry for your losses but I also know those words are meaningless. I have always loved Christmas...I lament the loss of the beauty of this time of year as well as the loss of a most precious person from my life and also the loss of whoever I used to be within those losses. Grief is a complicated thing is it not. The world is no longer the same colour...thankyou so much for taking the time x
So sad this write be. 😔
💔💕...thanks John