Sunday, December 18, 2011

Standing At The Cross Road (Poetry)

December air is crusted with subtle missions,
Vanilla-scented trivet shivers
upon the sudden shifts of folks’ health,
 Trees laden with amorous emotions,
Standing at the cross road,
With my pen dripping heavy droplets of blue from my inkpot,
I reconcile with our relational precipice,
Decide to genuflect toward the South Pole for some time,
Love and satisfaction are No game,
Inkling shows that what you truly wanted
may not be what I can always offer,
Number of faces,
Fictional characters,
Ideals,
Those are trivial  to me
when they sum up and hurt some authentic identity,
Not ready to submit or negotiate deadline,
Let time judge and define,
with witness standing solid and sublime.

29 comments:

  1. i don't like what the holidays do to people either!!

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  2. Yep!
    I hate christmas shopping as well too many grumpy peeps!

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  3. I must say I like your writing style, I love the words that you use and your phrasing:)
    xx

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  4. I love the words used here...the sentiments expressed I can easily relate with.

    Nice write.

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  5. 'Let time judge and define,
    with witness standing solid and sublime'

    wonderful ending to a rewarding complex poem

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  6. you reeled me in with the first line! poignant and tantalizing. bravo!

    http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/12/18/keys-ethree/

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  7. "Inkling shows that what you truly wanted
    may not be what I can always offer,"

    Don't understand where everyone is getting Christmas shopping out of this. Gifts, to me, don't have anything to do with purchasing something. Sometimes, a part of a gift is what we really need, rather than the entire thing. We just don't know it, if we haven't experienced it.

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  8. This piece is extremely powerful and written very well. It's so sad when a time that is filled with love, hope and joy can bring pain to those who are separated from the ones they wish to be close to. Having a "Blue Christmas" is difficult for so many. Blessings~

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  9. I like the stand taken in this. Some real reflection here on what is important and what to let go of.

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  10. I'm not sure I completely understand what this poem is talking about. I'm a little bit lost I guess. Some are suggesting it has to do with Christmas, I don't see it. But than again I don't celebrate Christmas, maybe that is my problem.

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  11. Holidays can bring out the worst in people

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  12. Absolutely love the last stanza. I can relate, hugely.

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  13. Nicely penned...thanks for sharing this "not so jolly" part of the holidays.

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  14. It shouldn't be this way. This should be a time of joy.

    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/18/this-christmas/

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  15. The not so merry in merry christmas...like the honesty in this...great work!

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  16. Fascinating and carefully wrought imagery here-- wow~ xxxj

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  17. Well I read it and I found it intense..good , Morning..

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  18. "Inkling shows that what you truly wanted
    may not be what I can always offer,"

    How true this is! Excellent stuff!

    Anna :o]

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  19. Not sure about the references in comments about Christmas shopping, if anything it would be writing those Christmas cards to people we know only through such an annual mission. But I can see some other relationships and a tie to Christmas in the subtle missions of december, the gifts we can not give, the wish to escape the deadlines and to look far away to the South Pole and not the North. This is a poem with several nuances.

    Larry

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  20. I find the first four lines quite intense, and rather mysterious. Very nice write!

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  21. Loved this one. It's so ... you You have a very own style of writing.

    Happy holidays

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  22. Ah, the glamour of the fast lane is not what the lady desires.
    Nicely inked.
    ..

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  23. December air is crusted with subtle missions,
    Vanilla-scented trivet shivers
    upon the sudden shifts of folks’ health,
    Trees laden with amorous emotions,


    Makes me think of sugary treats that are bad for u and evil intent laden with goodwill...

    I love this poem, Morning!

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  24. This was a great write! I read it a few times to grasp the depth! I can't wait to read more of your work!

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  25. There are things done in December not done at other times. Great verse and Merry Christmas!

    Hank

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  26. "Decide to genuflect toward the South Pole for some time,"

    great line! {smile}

    happy holidays!

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  27. A unique and original writing style; and a message many of us can relate to...the commercialism at this time of year only underscores man's greed and tends to forget the message of Christmas. Thank you for sharing this. :))

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