Christmas
Somewhere in the hollowness
that leaves the meek, December moon glow
frozen in a crusted guess
across the pinewood, feathered flume
spilling now-stiff water through a once green,
mountain meadow smell
of moister, sweeter, fresh cut dew
the tinklings reach the bottom of the well.
Fear of freezing seems to run out
through the struggling, summer brook.
Winter water never runs,
and ice is fear a man can look at
through the bleakness of his stare.
December drinks the softest wine.
Its silver smooths the Christmas air,
as setting feathers stroke the pine.
The past is full of hopeless love
to lay beneath December's lights,
beneath these snowy trees
Love breathes in the stillness of these nights.
Snowy wine pours faith on ice,
and fear that hope is freezing dies
in stars of word and note and silence.
The Christmas song is birth...December sighs.
One Last Poem To Bare Our Laughter
You have been my scent of silent echo,
winter's slippery solstice seeking shadow,
this frozen stream of higher conscience,
stiffer deliverance,
quivering remembrance for what is always.
Moon moves meadow
in silver collaboration,
my chosen field of frosted words
to find your eyes in wetter revelation.
I am forever mended by your reading,
this simple sigh of blushing skies,
where chosen tongues are forever's angels;
still to sing of last week's carols
when night was brighter taste of humanity,
seeking impossible light
to guide us.
I am grateful fingers dancing walls of rocky inspiration,
graceful line to chiming conformation,
finding kindred creature
comforted,
as Nature's blissful call for feather.
So hold my hand in frigid weather,
two to gather one
together,
as friendship glowing smile in tether,
for one last poem to bare our laughter.
Author notes
Here are the links for the poems
http://allpoetry.com/poem/1698375
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3759046
In a list
A contest entry
- First and Last by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended January 4, 2008, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This poet was a master to beginwith, methinks. Both poems are evocative, and there is a mature deep use of language that shows the evolution of soul began much sooner than the first poem. Iwould have a tough time saying of the two would deserve the top gold if either were in a contest by themselves.
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Whoa!!
Beautiful words to dance upon pages to bring forth smiles to faces of those in need
Magnificent verses my Friend~~
The past is full of hopeless love
to lay beneath December's lights,
beneath these snowy trees
Love breathes in the stillness of these nights.
and
Moon moves meadow
in silver collaboration,
my chosen field of frosted words
to find your eyes in wetter revelation.
Thank You for sharing Your Heart also
Spirit Dream Weaver
Best wishes to You in the contest Sweet Soul!
Many blessings too
and much love~ Desire~*~
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"Winter water never runs,
and ice is fear a man can look at
through the bleakness of his stare.
December drinks the softest wine."
Sighhh...Completely gorgeous, my dear Friend...from soulful beginning to serene ending. You were born to be a writer, you know. You have as much ink in your veins, if not even more, than I do. Beautifully penned. 'Tis such an honor to read your songs, to be considered among your Friends. Good luck in Carol's contest, Sweetie. Wanda
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This is beautiful poetry... a song of endings and beginnings, the circle of life... and even from the snow you make music, turn the cold water to wine... Beautiful, hopeful poetry!
~ Nicolette
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