God rest ye merry, gentlemen
By onemorething
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A wren alights, wing weary,
eyes the pilgrims of miseltoe,
hears the tidings of toxic kisses
from these pearls of creamy parasite.
Every winter solstice is a pall bearer
of frost that lends the darkness
a glitter still, and looks for gods
and devils and merry men
with a wind that paces and searches
the bright sharpness of fields.
It unrolls its mists
across unsettled flocks
who twitch with a new vigilance -
any joy is as fragile here as a small bird
cast astray by a storm.
I can't rejoice and I can't pray and
I won't kneel --
hold tight to your branch,
I sing -- sing anyway, sing loud,
and do not dismay, little wren,
do not dismay.
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This deeply touching piece is
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Oh! So many beautiful
Oh! So many beautiful descriptions!
"glitter still" LOVE THIS
"wind that paces and searches" buffetting consonants
"unrolls its mists" soft sounds
and this!
"I can't rejoice and I can't pray and
I won't kneel,
hold tight to your branch,
I sing,
and rest, little wren,
do not dismay, do not dismay."
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A truly lovely and moving
A truly lovely and moving piece. Well deserved Pick of the Day!
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I am moved by your poem
I am moved by your poem onemorething, you describe so much emotion that touches me at this time.
I do hope you have a Happy Christmas and a Healthy, Peaceful New Year.
Best wishes,
Jenny.
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This little gem is our Poem
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