21-12-24

internal countdown begins

like ants to freshly landed 

sugar crystal

like sunflower to rising sun

peeping from cover

like expectant pyjama'd tyke 

on Christmas morn

a feeling, full grown or so,

but couldn't quite shake

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You create wonderful place and I like the thoughts in the poetry my dear friend. Good title. Christmas morn. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. I did enjoy.
Coyote

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thank you 🙏🏻 It was a pleasure, as always!

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

wanted to wish you a merry christmas!
this work was just what i needed. im not celebrating this year, but coming across this post has cheered me up. thanks a bunch. go easy on the liquor! (or is it too late?)

[redd Brick Keshner]

So glad this one made that connection. Sometimes you get to wondering for whom specifically are your writes meant for. And what if you hadn’t written or published it? Always go easy as health is wealth! Thanks for the reminder 🎄🎁😊

[Neville]

I too was counting down .. until recently .. now we have lift off & all hell shall break loose imminently 👍

[redd Brick Keshner]

Nah, didn’t count down this year, it whenever I looked at the date I recognised a stirring within, much like a ghost limb after amputation, but less intense. Our Christmases have mellowed over the years. Thanks for joining in the discussion :-) 👍🏻

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wonderful metaphors that remind me of Langston Hughes and his poem "deferred dream."
Perfection.
j.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Ooh, it’s been too many years! Seems high time to read up and reacquaint with Langston. Always found he had a curious first name(well, what can be expected in comparison with Howard?!) Thanks j 🙏🏻 all this season’s best to you and yours 🎄