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Thursday, November 19, 2009
Forlorn
by Martha Elizabeth
what joy,
to love as an infant loves,
enchanted by a smile, a voice
the touch of one finger
i would have settled for too little,
had you spared it
the small hope is hardest to renounce
because it seems possible,
poor sparrow of desire,
wrung and discarded
below the kitchen window
a jaybird screams from the roof
the teakettle shrills into silence
that invisible realm
painful as steam
which turns to water in my hand -
wiped across my forehead,
cool, like a blessing.
you remind me
how alone i am.
no one else consoles me like that.
Labels: poem
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
...
He brushes back his silver hair
And checks to see if she is standing there
After years of traveling around
With the reindeer hooves above the ground
Never made the missus run away
Remembering the night they met
Figure skating she played hard to get
In his red suit he slid past
Who could resist that charming laugh?
He said he would teach her how to fly
Even Santa fell in love
Everybody needs someone to come home to
After the longest day
Even Santa fell in love
And she's the only one he wants to come back to
When the toys are put away
Even on Christmas Day
She sees his eyes are all aglow
Anticipating children laughing in the snow
And with just his Christmas touch
Under mistletoe before the rush
Mrs. Kringle feels the tingle in her heart
Even Santa fell in love
Everybody needs someone to come home to
After the longest day
Even Santa fell in love
And she's the only one he wants to come back to
When the toys are put away
Even on Christmas Day
Even Santa fell in love
Everybody needs someone to come home to
After the longest day
Even Santa fell in love
And she's the only one he wants to come back to
When the toys are put away
Even on Christmas Day
Even on Christmas Day
Labels: life