TIME

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TIME

Again he waits and wonders
Mishandling time

Breaking the promise
Of not dawdling as though
Time was promised

Perspective was jarred
Dealt a blow
The dust has settled
Must now assume his space in it
Before ashes takes its turn

PR

12/06/14

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2014/12/poetry-pantry-230.html

This poem is for Poets United Poetry Pantry.

CHRISTMAS CAROLS

this snow

CHRISTMAS CAROLS

Before Christmas dawn
Heralding the new born King
Carolers from church

It’s Christmas morning
I know I have been naughty
Hope Santa is nice

Walking in the dark
While Singing Christmas carols
I hold my mom’s hand

As a child, at Christmas time, members of our church would go caroling all throughout the Christmas season. By this I mean standing out in the front of peoples homes, singing Christmas carols. It was usually at nights, the blackest of nights, it probably wasn’t but that was the perception. I was not fond of the dark, so I held fast to an adult hand. I made sure I did not get lost, left behind, or collected by the boogey man! I wonder is people still do that, a wandering band of carolers.

PR

12/06/14

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2014/12/carpe-diem-620-christmas-carols.html