Christmas Listening Posts
Wind-chafed hands gnarled not
in tinseled wool hold-
outs on a sidewalk flecked silver
as the moon rimmed with the sun's halo
Heads nod wise to motions of bells salvation's
army of volunteers sideline black kettles clinking
counts of coins as night draws the hour
to the due time
The spirit loosing
through a chattering chain of breaths held
and expelled the spell of midnight
lifting the darkness felled
© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas
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I offer this poem for today's "Special Christmas Eve Eve Poetry" event at One Stop Poetry.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
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9 comments:
your poem is full with atmosphere maureen - loved it
Lovely word play and images, in the first stanza, the hand imagery, the gnarled the not knot, the hold-out; just a fine piece all around. May your Christmas be as bright as your light, Maureen, and thanks for all your encouragement.
word weaving done well
and it offers anticipation ...
All the trimmings my dear of the other look and yet I love the lifting and the hope
Merry Christmas
appreciate your sweet encouraging ways
amazing picture you painted in my mind...like going back in time and seeing it all play out on a street in a Midwest city....Merry Christmas Maureen...bkm
Sweet friend, your words are balm to my tired feet and body this evening.
Thank you for always being there, with encouragement, inspiration and wisdom.
Merry Christmas my friend,
Louise
I found this uplifting, urban and hopeful. It made me happy. Hope you have a wondrous holiday, Maureen. It's been a pleasure to know you here and read your work. Thank you.
Gay
Enjoyed this piece, Maureen; I think you are a fine poet. Look forward to more visits
have a great Xmas and New Year my friend
Luke @ Word Salad
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