Christmas 2016

What I would say

About Christmas would

Be incomplete.

There is much joy and sorrow,

Wailing and celebrating,

Loneliness and peace.

From shouts and tears

Comes an uneasy quiet.

It is all over in a laugh,

A smile, a wink.

Presents are used

And played with,

Only to be set aside

For reality and stress.

Keep one small hope

Alive for the next season.

We need precious hope

More than ever

To keep deadly fears at bay.

So toast and drink

Eat and feel satisfied.

The blessings have been given:

“Peace on Earth,

And good will to all.”

 

 

© 2016 Valerie Hathaway

 

 

Journaling

To bend some more words

Into a thought or an idea

Takes coffee and determination.

Waiting for the Muse to arrive

And quit touching up herself

Means digging into the mess,

The muck of the matter.

For what good are words

If there is no intention,

Just flailing on a sheet?

I digress as I converse,

To hear the endless drone

Of concepts and worries.

Those don’t need the paper;

They pass by like snowflakes

Not touching the ground at all.

Noise is inevitable,

But learning to find deeper meaning

In the hums and rumbles.

So I journal in the debris,

Eking out another line

Hoping to strike poetic gold.

 

© 2016 Valerie Hathaway