17 December 2011

Advent 2

the house is lit up like a candle
but not a roman one
someone shrugs and sighs
the "e" word is mentioned
evening news comes on
marking time with protests
and then a small flicker
"santas" paying others' bills

when push comes to shove
people often tighten their belts
and turn down the lights
close the doors tight
it makes sense to do so
it is only fair to look out
for number one
everyone else costs too much

yet therein lies irony
when to a poor economy
(one completely bankrupt)
came a gift so costly

with such an example set
how shall we now live?

13 December 2011

advent 1

advent is here and i am holding
out for hope in a dreary world
trying to remember why
when all i see is what and how
i know that He came and that
is what i celebrate this season
advent: the arrival
and not just He came but He comes
bears our sorrows yet today
even more He will come
in the grey hours when i cry
all will be well
yet still i remember
the peculiar way He came
and comes
and will come
is not how or what i expect
but why He continually comes
never changes

12 December 2011

conundrum

it is beautiful the rain
washing everything new
running down dry streets
like rivers of forgetfulness
but my head gets wet
and i feel the cold pierce

it is beautiful the sea
wave after wave coming
tranquil power perfected
mesmerizing and free
but the angry strength
kills the careless

it is beautiful the One
who came as a babe
wraps me in loving arms
forgives all my sins
but the righteous Judge
is His Father and I tremble

11 December 2011

those hidden things

i pause before answering
words unspoken hover
but we know so little
of the things we hide
i like to think myself
consistent in all
but a pointed question
betrays my faults
so i laugh and step
skillfully aside
hoping you won't notice
my misdirection
or perhaps it's you
that slips this time
bringing sarcasm quick
a cut i myself shy from
yet jab at you instead
we part again
content in this charade
the trappings of life
civilized

07 December 2011

twinkle

shimmering in the darkness
the glow draws me
mesmerizing
finds this spot somewhere
near my heart
strums it like a violin
all around fades
only brilliant twinkles
like diamonds
eclipse my gaze
i am the moth
and this
my final fire

06 December 2011

on faerie tales

it sucked me in
again
the knight with armour
that shines like the sun
and a sword that
without a pause
vanquished
the fair maiden rescued
all set right
and i sigh
shake off the faerie dust
trudge to the office
trying to ignore
what could be
when i dream
of what should be

one a day

a sage i know (http://asummerhouse.wordpress.com/) suggested the brilliant idea of one poem a day for a month. i shall attempt, as penance for my appalling neglect of this blog. and perhaps, practice will improve my skills.
enjoy, void, whoever you may be.