Seasons Greetings!

Seasons Greetings!

A Poem by Me

Seasons Greetings!
The snow doesn't hide the pain inside
The cold does not freeze indifference.
Seasons Greetings!
To the men in the park and their bottles
and to the people sleeping in boxes.
"Alleluia" we shout in our feasting disguises
as we pray and pretend to love our crosses.
Seasons Greetings!
We proclaim to all and to none!
For our eyes are fast silent witness
to the indiscretions we often practice
as we hurtle ourselves at Christmas.
Seasons Greetings!
The signs on the wall do not disguise
the planks in our eyes as we condemn
Seasons Greetings!
Oh, how our voices are raised in song!
Oh, how our hearts are turned inward!

© 2011 Me


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A beautiful and positive poem for the holiday. I hope you have a safe and good holiday also.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago



True in form and substance. A very thoughtful look at the competing spirits during the season of celebration.

Nice work...

Posted 12 Years Ago


i have often thought of this season the same way. Great job

Posted 12 Years Ago


What a great write! And I love the last line--so very true and so very thought-provoking---Beautifully done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


The holidays may mask our true selves, but I think of it as a time to better ourselves, and carry positive seasonal changes with us throughout the year. A thought-provoking write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Oh, how our hearts are turned inward!

Now that tells the tale for all to see

Posted 12 Years Ago


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well, honesty is a thing we strive for on Writers Cafe, so I will be, but I am uncomfortable criticising a new authour. It has some positive elements to it, but my only issue is from the shift from one style to another. Then again, I am not a poet. But while others have handled the shift seamlessly, there are elements of 'join' here if you will. A message I have read several times now. It is a little of the 'Preaching to the Converted'. As a practicing agnostic, I do resent the isolation of Christianity from Christmas. Something you could have broached. May I suggest a reconsidderation and editing. Failiang that if you are happy as it stands, then it will stand

Posted 12 Years Ago


Santa Claus doesn't live at the mall; Santa doesn't exist, at all.

Give yourself, every day, to those whom feel thrown away. The greatest gift of all is you trying to help them all.

The greatest gift to you is knowing you helped those needier than you!

A wonderful write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I like this. I don't have anything constructive to say, but I like this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Stunning. Simply stunning.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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