Christmas, Like That

A poem about the way we know people.

You smelled like a Christmas tree,

not the pretend ones, with the fake

balsam fragrance spray,

not the white ones, with their

co-ordinating blue lights, and balls.

But a real tree, with real 

sticky sap, and needles that

fell onto the living room carpet,

more everyday.

You tasted like peppermint,

and made me hungry,

for a thin mint,

or a piece of hard candy,

or peppermint stick ice cream

melting in a cone on a hot

August afternoon.

You sounded like a bear,

growling,

in your sleep,

on your back,

hogging all the blankets.

Then the growling would stop,

and I would count the seconds,

three, four,

until you started growling again.

You looked like a basketball player,

all elbows and knees,

huge feet that trod on little toys,

hiding in the carpet,

and your dark hair, standing at attention,

like the Marine you once were.

Your soul was like an earthquake,

shaking when I least expected it.

Along the fault lines,

you fell,

leaving your footprints,

your elbows and knees,

your growling snore,

your peppermint taste,

and your Christmas tree smell.

Author's Note

I haven't written a poem in a while, so be honest in your review!

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Norma, a wonderful write. The “you” in your poem stimulated your senses. Smell, taste, sound, sight and maybe touch too. Really enjoyed the creative way you put this together. Final stanza my favorite. Lovely work.


Chris

[Arundass TP]

This is excellent writing. A true story. Both creative and imaginative. Loved your poem 😊 keep it up

[NormaZ]

Thanks for your review and the encouragement is much appreciated!

[Stella Armour]

Amazing writing again, so descriptive and not forced but flowing reality is the only way i can think to say what i feel ... :)

[NormaZ]

Thank you for reading my poem and such a nice review!