A Chance Encounter

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Liar
Liar
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and so this is Christmas
wrapped up in cinnamon dreams
under Rioja haze

and an eiderdown cocoon
red ribbon kimono belt sealed
and signed with a promise
of tomorrows

and so

this is Christmas
and what have we really done
other than reach out and brush by
another set
of trembling fingertips
when we lingered tipsy

just outside the circle
of the others' homely fire

and sang a carol of our own instead
gazed upwards
to see no betlehem's star
but indeed a million milky others

that others try as they might
to plaster plastic to their
indoor universe

there are stars
in the lines of her palm

they landed when she beckoned
and gently closed her fist

now scattered across the room
with the rest of the

gift
wrapping

glowing in the corners
they keep us company
and wait for the sun

and so this
is Christmas

on idle breath
in candle lit air
blood red lips
raven black hair
and under those lids
glacier twin embers
almost cyan
hibernate

sleep now
questions too basic to utter
will linger unspoken
to be collected and released
with the scattered stars
we captured
come morning

so this is Christmas I guess
one like never before
a gift bestowed
a riddle yet
to solve

Liar
Liar
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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
THE ELTON JOHN VERSION WAS AN EULOGY

this was an enigma of yule. TK U MLJ LV NV

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.

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duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
Good Will...

A lovely Christmas rendering ~ Santa's bag filled with rich images and descriptions - sometimes mystical wording makes this a nice read.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Oh my ~

Some folk can be sooo touchy;

My favorite time of year

A pagan celebration going back

Many thousand years and, coincidently

My birthday;

And along with what Eve said,

The delicious flavor of cinnamon

Makes this all so special.

Lauren HyndeLauren Hyndeabout 19 years ago
Beautiful-

Christmas is love. The serene musicality of the entire piece is extraordinary and the language used fits that purpose completely.

I think you meant to say "homey" instead of "homely", in the fourth stanza, and - while being a gorgeous graphic image - I would probably have chosen a different, warmer word, instead of the "glacial" twin embers. Small details in the greater context of the poem, though.

As an aside to don87654, "To the pure, all things are pure; but to those who are defiled and unbelieving, nothing is pure; but both their mind and their conscience are defiled. They profess that they know God, but by their works they deny him, being abominable, disobedient, and unfit for any good work."

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