Demythologization

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We celebrate the season of Christmas,
hoping a month of forced generosity
will make up for a daily dogma of greed,
for we like to think ourselves nice people at heart.
Turning our heads to the fact we live
where the lion feasts on the lamb,
rough places are left to grow rougher,
lights are buried under baskets of indifference,
and the children lay their hands on
the dens of the adders of selfishness
so once bitten, they may carry on our Traditions.
We search for the real meaning of Christmas
through countless warm, fuzzy stories
that hint of compassion and giving,
and when we find it, we play with it
a few early Christmas morning hours
on the safe, shaggy rug
before putting it back in our closets
for another year,
forgotten when our heads hit the pillow
Christmas night.

Christmas is something we should live all year,
and when we strip ourselves of our delusions,
stop pretending to be something we’re really not,
get over being our own favorite charity,
we may have a chance to do it
at last.

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KOLKOREKOLKOREover 17 years ago
Lebroz takes on the season too!

Let me first say: I liked very much the two lines in your posting where you seem to be improvising on ‘the spirit of the season’. Now for the rest.

I am still considering Don Quixote. Would you consider Deconstruction? The word play in your comment provides a great example of playing off/on with the rather automatic notions related to “the season” (Like: ‘This season has a spirit’). The resulting effect: stripping automatic meanings and looking again with some healthy suspicion at the initial assumptions. You may already be familiar with it , but IMO, that’s exactly what a deconstructionist a la Derrida would do to any culturally established text (text in the broadest sense possible). To the extent that you are not familiar with the concepts related to deconstruction in Lit. Crit. I highly recommend for you to search it

BTW. I looked again at those two lines. I am a very little expert in Haiku, but if it could stand on two lines – you have one. If not, it’s two thirds of a very timely Haiku!

KOLKOREKOLKOREover 17 years ago
A biting satire for: “The season”

My favorite two lines are at the last stanza: “When we strip ourselves of our delusions/

…get over being our own favorite charity”. Those words bite and cut, I don’t know which metaphor to use, but they hurt!

The fact that the poem can have that effect – hopefully not only on me, and most likely not accidentally from the perspective of the poet, shows that the Myth is still there. We all need it. We still need to believe that we are better... or that we could be better. You say: Are you kidding? By doing what? Your satire put a mirror to our society in the midst of us playing being good. Those who are not sleeping yet would not be pleased by what they see in it.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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A prose piece written here,

Taking on the spirit of the short season;

Or is it the short spirit of the season?

Can anyone say Don Quixote?

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