21.12.04 | Christmas Post 1 (Poetry And Such)
The Saturnyne feels no joy at Christmas time.
Christmas and the New Year... disconnects. Discomforts. Chokes with impossible grief.
...So anyway! moving on all cheerily instead...
Here's a poem by e.e. cummings (In his usual lowercase style and no proper heading):
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don't be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't a single place dark or unhappy
then when you're quite dressed
you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they'll stare!
oh but you'll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we'll dance and sing
Swirly Christmas Tree
Christmas Tree Le Deux
Floaty Ghost-Candle-Things In Symphony! (eh?)
Real Purdy (Hey!- Is that a swan?)
And this years colour is purple. It's the new grape of truth in the war against... er... stuff!
I call this one "Marlowe P.I."
I see a rose, a fairy, an angel... what do you see?
And now The Saturnyne's Christmas Poem.
The Stars of Winter (abridged)
tread silently, tread light
for the million stars of winter
and we must walk with reverence
on this holy december night
I do wish you all well at this time of year, whatever your religion.
I do wish you well at all times of the year...
PS: i altered my poems structure. Hope ya agree that it's an improvement.