Sunday, December 25, 2011
Purpose -- Poetry 2011
Pulling the plug on another Christmas,
the outdoor lights blinked into the dark.
The tree was next… a click sucked the light dry.
Repetitious repetition decimated layers of spirit
till raw detritus bled this last night of holy nights.
Sitting in front of the shadow tree now naked
of cheer, the evergreen scent was extinguished.
The dry darkened tree, purveyor of childhood magic
was unceremoniously hauled out of the house;
Christmas was left on the curb having lost its purpose.