- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Chance Encounter
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Click hereand so this is Christmas
wrapped up in cinnamon dreams
under Rioja haze
and an eiderdown cocoon
red ribbon kimono belt sealed
and signed with a promise
of tomorrows
and so
this is Christmas
and what have we really done
other than reach out and brush by
another set
of trembling fingertips
when we lingered tipsy
just outside the circle
of the others' homely fire
and sang a carol of our own instead
gazed upwards
to see no betlehem's star
but indeed a million milky others
that others try as they might
to plaster plastic to their
indoor universe
there are stars
in the lines of her palm
they landed when she beckoned
and gently closed her fist
now scattered across the room
with the rest of the
gift
wrapping
glowing in the corners
they keep us company
and wait for the sun
and so this
is Christmas
on idle breath
in candle lit air
blood red lips
raven black hair
and under those lids
glacier twin embers
almost cyan
hibernate
sleep now
questions too basic to utter
will linger unspoken
to be collected and released
with the scattered stars
we captured
come morning
so this is Christmas I guess
one like never before
a gift bestowed
a riddle yet
to solve
- COMMENTS
tazz317almost 12 years agothis was an enigma of yule. TK U MLJ LV NV
LeBrozover 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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duddle146over 17 years agoA lovely Christmas rendering ~ Santa's bag filled with rich images and descriptions - sometimes mystical wording makes this a nice read.
LeBrozover 17 years agoOh my ~
Some folk can be sooo touchy;
My favorite time of year
A pagan celebration going back
Many thousand years and, coincidently
My birthday;
And along with what Eve said,
The delicious flavor of cinnamon
Makes this all so special.
Lauren Hyndeover 19 years agoChristmas is love. The serene musicality of the entire piece is extraordinary and the language used fits that purpose completely.
I think you meant to say "homey" instead of "homely", in the fourth stanza, and - while being a gorgeous graphic image - I would probably have chosen a different, warmer word, instead of the "glacial" twin embers. Small details in the greater context of the poem, though.
As an aside to don87654, "To the pure, all things are pure; but to those who are defiled and unbelieving, nothing is pure; but both their mind and their conscience are defiled. They profess that they know God, but by their works they deny him, being abominable, disobedient, and unfit for any good work."
Honey123over 19 years agoI read this poem more than twice because it seemed to touch something inside me. My favorite line "there are stars in the lines of her palm, they landed when she beckoned, and gently closed her fist", just seemed to me that not only are there stars but a heart as well...hopefully not tossed aside or scattered... Just touching.
~Honey
don87654over 19 years agoIt is with sadness that you take something as sweet, holy and sacrament as my Jesus' birth, and try to make something erotic about it. But what can we expect from mostly pagan observation of something holy? As a formally educated Theologian, it is obvious to me that you have done little about your religious views except to study portions of the book they call the Bible. Read other books, notably the Dead Sea Scrolls, the Nag Hammadi Library, and READ-don't listen to what other people say about Jesus. Look in the Internet at sites called Glastonbury.com, or jammupress.com, and find out for yourself what Jesus THE Christ was all about.
I believe there is room for eroticism stories and I believe that there is room for Jesus stories, but the two do not need intermixed, even if you are Jew. Read about Jesus' wife/wives Mary Magdelene and Martha, read about His son, Josephus, and you will see for yourself. Excuse yourself from paganism and traditional Protestantism, Catholicism, Mormonism and read the TRUTH. You might come away a different person....
Tathagataover 19 years agosomeone put troll bait in your pockets huh??
lucky you.
Great images , and I liked the repeated Lennon line myself.
It gave a mood to the poem
and I agree with Eve
This verse
~on idle breath
in candle lit air
blood red lips
raven black hair
and under those lids
glacier twin embers
almost cyan
hibernate~
despite the cliches is a great picture.
Sometimes cliches paint the clearest picture
Nice work....
and thanks for buying my vote
; )
Trollyover 19 years ago??? "betlehem's star" ???
Just because it is unstructured poetry doesn't excuse a lack of spell check.
You don't buy votes, also, do you?
impressiveover 19 years agoThe images it evokes and the breathless wonder. Incredible. ~Imp
