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.


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