Poem -
The Christmas Party
Only Santa owns the Christmas
sky
Lighting up the stars as the elves
ride by
Tipping up their magic sacks
Over sleeping towns and the kids
love that
So none might know of the other
place
In another realm in the deeper
space where
Angels sew, the whole night
long
Weaving rainbow sacks and they
weave them strong
And none might see as they fly
around
On the holy night making not one
sound
Gathering up all the Christmas
tears
All the lonely thoughts, all the new
year fears
Till the rainbows...full with the
saddest things
Are whisked away to the gods
who sing
As they turn those tears into good
free wine
Then get pissed at the party of
eternal time
M P 13/12/21
Ā
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Marion I know exactly where you are coming from after reading your push me pull meĀ reality/festive poem.
For so many good times and for some others a certain date springs to mind and not sweetness nor light, for that is the ying and yang of life all plain sailing one minute then one hits the uncharted hidden rocks.
Brilliant poem and one that personally for me works on both fronts, telling how it is.
Full honours to you my friend and hugs to you, you know the ones that count and needed and make an impression. x.
Ā
Thankyou Shaun..I.really appreciate your feedback and kindness...hugs x