Fine Christmas Poem by karen sinclair
Fine Christmas
Calm descends within the rain
Seagulls bellow as wet tires rush
Onwards and upwards
Forging new destinations
Pushing unknown humans home
Christmas morning is not as black as expected
Not as cruel as dreaded
Not as white as hoped
No its just as grey a day
As any other
Where the mist loiters to shield the non believer from gazing up
Searching for exceptional stars
Tangerine lights in blocks of flats betray the restless
Cracks in the clouds display the hope that
It shall be a fine winters day
A disabled vehicle parked outside brings thoughts, many thoughts rushing through as insignificant snippets rearing and dying
Pushed out by a fresh new revelation
The fridge humms
The sister sleeps
And me, my mind scurries all over the world to friends
My friends
And i smile
I am lucky
Really
It is indeed a fine day christmas day
To my babies... miss you terribly and my sister m
Great emotion and imagery, reflective of an increasingly secular event that is more revelant to many as a celebration of relationships with friends and family and reflections at the end of the year. No matter where we are we are loved and in some ones thoughts and in turn, they are in ours. Tangerine lights in blocks of flats betray the restless Cracks in the clouds display the hope that It shall be a fine winters day are beautiful lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 3:29:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Too, late to wish you a Merry Christmas Karen, but I can wish you all the best for the New Year. An excellent write, very relevant in the 21st century.