P O E M 2012
P.O.E.m 2012
I.
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Peitro is barely three years old
Eleonora, his great-grandmother, eighty-three
And yet, they are the closest of friends
Carrying on and laughing in the library but
Even the studious patrons don't stare in scold
Over in the children's section Eleonora sits
Neatly on a stool with Peitro and a book in lap
Encouraging him to follow her finger
And help turn the pages and point at the words
Rewarding each repetition he says with "good boy"
They master four or five new words today before
Happily, they pick one for check-out, and go home
II.
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Protected on the lee side of the mountain
Evergreens seem lighter than the windward side
As we climb the rocky path around the crag
Catching a glimpse, between hemlock and spruce of
Earth below, cradling dimpled hamlets of homes
On each abode, a blanket of thin white
Now muffling the endeavors of mankind
Early tomorrow we will awaken to a pine-scented
Aura in our house and remember that the day is
Rising to reverance, and millennial memories
The whole ritual will again, play out all its
Holy meanings, fulfilling what desires are possible
III.
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Pumpkins have been traditional for the pie
Even when war or pestilence blanketed like winter
And bells tolled not for soul salvation, but sorrow
Christmas, returns like the prodigal son
Even as the believers huddle together to sing
Oh holy night, The stars are brightly shining
Nestled picture-postcards for annual invitations
Every child, every mother, every bent old man
Allows winter's short light, to shine a new
Ray of gold, or silver, but really, a ray of hope
Through chilled and scant possibilities of
Hearth and home, and hope, for peace on earth
© Goode Guy 2012-11-15
"God bless us, everyone" - Tiny Tim
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