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!
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.
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
On the splendid streets of Toronto walks a man. He observes, he writes, he lives; a never-ending chronicle of his mind flooding from his hands onto paper. more..