Christmas eve caught me short,
late in the week. Sales
clanged, rung and beeped
through the joyous
season even as
Inventories &
Resources shrank, ebbed,
Exhausted. My
dance card was full, & you
all left me
panting
the radio and TV couldn't stop
ranting
accepting the Onus &
singing the praise
spending that bonus
on Programmer's raise
Time ticking per order, persistent & frantic &
pitiless amid
the din of merriment, ideating
the promise of Messianic salvation out of a
distant Infant’s wail
under icy stars
at once ancient & per-
petual, spiral-
ing warm against history, winter Solstice, & hate ala mode.
'Twas the season of giving, & by the time I got
paid, even Denny's
was closed.
December,2005
Awwwwww...you paint a sad picture of someone left all alone over the holidays....awwwwww... My heart goes out... Hugs, Dee
doesn't that just figure...nice piece on the lovely holiday time~
I love Denny's Southwestern burger! That's good haha. I liked your storytelling and your vivid descripiton; 'drowned my resolve under icy stars' was a well written line. Good poem! Top marks! -Michael
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anything in the frig, that wasn't on the health Dept.'s list...or C.D.C's? Then, you definitely were caught. the picture you've painted is real to the core. I've gotten used to baloney sandwiches on Christmas Day. Hey, can of cranberry sauce, and you're there. Job extra well done in this one! ! ! xxElysabeth