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What gifts you have! Those that can give
Their spirit, taxed, though cracks may show;
Those places where you dared to live,
Abundances that overflow.
I think about the earnest man,
Conformed to loss, the intimate
Eyes glossed over by dusted broom -
The crucifix in a clenched hand,
The shaky cross, the motion straight
And calm inside a quiet room.
The periodic caring comes
Near Winter solstice merriment,
And though our words beat loud like drums,
Our actions aren't as evident.
I think about the products of
Our selfishness disguised as good;
First frost, then moon, a midnight grave
For which we're glad. No thoughts of love,
The kind that's true and understood,
But look at all the gifts we have!
Their spirit, taxed, though cracks may show;
Those places where you dared to live,
Abundances that overflow.
I think about the earnest man,
Conformed to loss, the intimate
Eyes glossed over by dusted broom -
The crucifix in a clenched hand,
The shaky cross, the motion straight
And calm inside a quiet room.
The periodic caring comes
Near Winter solstice merriment,
And though our words beat loud like drums,
Our actions aren't as evident.
I think about the products of
Our selfishness disguised as good;
First frost, then moon, a midnight grave
For which we're glad. No thoughts of love,
The kind that's true and understood,
But look at all the gifts we have!
Written for DFC 2014! 
DFC 2014 IS HERE!
DAY 6:
The form is Horatian Ode, the prompt is Brethren
This started out as an ode to the underprivileged, but ended up being a very cynical take on Holiday charity. I don't share the sentiments of cynicism around this time of year, but I entered that mindset in order to write the poem. I don't believe it's cynicism for cynicism's sake though, more a call to arms knowing that people can do more and a disappointment at those that don't. In a "we're all in it together" mentality, the struggle of one is the struggle of all.
DFC 2014 IS HERE!DAY 6:
The form is Horatian Ode, the prompt is Brethren
This started out as an ode to the underprivileged, but ended up being a very cynical take on Holiday charity. I don't share the sentiments of cynicism around this time of year, but I entered that mindset in order to write the poem. I don't believe it's cynicism for cynicism's sake though, more a call to arms knowing that people can do more and a disappointment at those that don't. In a "we're all in it together" mentality, the struggle of one is the struggle of all.
© 2014 - 2024 SedahLiah
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faved for the quality of the poem, Rick,
also for the quality of the message and
your comments...
also for the quality of the message and
your comments...