No one has time to read blogs in the busy time around Christmas. It is appropriate, then, that today I post some poems since no one reads poetry either.
Seasonally Affected Disorder
Our Christmas cactuses
have glorious practices
but are bereft,
have no blooms left
A serious dereliction,
a complete contradiction,
like a Christmas tree
it’s a misrepresentation
Christmas colors mark the sign:
“Discount book sale, $9.09.”
Unforeseen ironic twist:
Wal-Mart’s profits swell from this—
A Christmas Carol, Dickens’ tale,
And Bob the clerk rings up the sale,
Who must increase his meager pay
By taking shifts on Christmas Day.
The next in line is pushing near.
Bob turns away and doesn’t hear
Charles’s echoes in the mall:
“It’s just business after all.”
To Seek a Better King
A couple of thousand kilometers
these pagans travelled,
several million footsteps,
But the priests of the household,
who had studied their whole lives to be ready for this,
couldn’t be bothered to spend an afternoon checking out what they had heard.
God does not send stars and signs
to those who aren’t willing
After All Expectation
The birth came late
but far too early,
falling a few miles and many years short
of the destined nation.
She cried out that the birth brought only sorrow.
The father spoke of a prince coming,
but she could not see it.
They buried her beside the road to Bethlehem.
For those not Home for Christmas
In the season of joy,
pain and grief return for those no longer here.
The loss does not grow less with each passing year,
but is seasoned with peace
as the separation recedes in the past
and the distant time of reunion draws near.
On a journey going Somewhere
zipping down the high way,
tossing prayers out the window
and starting fires.
I read your poems!