'Tis the Season

'Tis the season

He said it is a season for choosing.

Someone said he considers them the crudest form

of humanity but that the lowest will be the first gathered

to his breast.

I remember a time when we would see

the beauty in the dredges of it

it's unpretentious

not a pretentious cloud in the born-again sky

retreating to our root of obligations

there are careers to consider

and my attitude as well

she was in the palm of his hand just momentarily ago

knowing  exactly when he blooms into the moment

I am not that powerful, he says

not enough to choose

I believe you...

 the sky was born again

chilly

like an Igloo

with a hearth.

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

It's ego, never could we see eye for eye you would leave me blind but your words make me see what other side.
Thank you for sharing.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Corset… you are a pink and yellow Rose unfolding… a reason for beholding… Nature at her most vulnerable… gently, Pat

[Corset]

Thank you , I hope the New year brings you much joy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"like an Igloo/ with a hearth"---
I love those lines...a born again sky...we will find eventually that those on the bottom will rise to the top and those who are on top with no thought for those below, will eventually sink into the quicksand...
maybe standing in an alleyway with that paper bag in bottle shape...will lead to heaven.
j.

[Corset]

Maybe so if his heart is earnest. Merry Christmas J.!