Hot and cold,
awaiting the sunrise
to blind my eye
of visions deepest blue.
In a clockwise world
my thoughts drawn back,
soon to crack,
options are but few.
Up and down
and round and round,
in the din
with none to win,
time dreamt through.
Words to mind
relief to find,
on leaf life blooms,
unknown is the hue.
weight is shared
trying is the clue.
A cloud reflects
eyes shut detects
a glint of gold,
change I’m sold,
tomorrow’s now in view.
Touched a screen
hope was seen,
hearts of friends,
my future mends
with much thanks to you.
I spend my days dreading the night.
Heart’s beat soundly but I don’t want to fight.
Writing’s dark, so I turned off the light.
Maybe the next life will be alright.
It’s time for another Christmas poem,
cos it’s that time of year.
It’s to be filled with good will,
love and holiday cheer.
I could write about Santa,
with his busy little elves,
maybe an ode to their toys,
now cluttering my shelves.
I can get sappy for a tree,
our spire of light,
I could rhyme about nothing,
as I do every night.
My purpose was clear,
at the start of this poem.
Blessings received I was to emote,
but that’d be a tome.
So now I’ll just end with good will to send.
Happy holidays to all, to all a good friend.
May your new year be one to transcend.
And a kiss to some, but that’ll depend.
It was up to the attic for decorations to find.
But halfway there it just slipped my mind.
I’ve got cards to send, I made a list.
But it’s too late now, another year missed.
There are presents to get and beautifully wrap.
But I’ll give cash and save on the scrap.
I’ll need some food, so a trip to the store.
Or we can get pizza delivered to our door.
I’ll need clean towels for this year’s guest.
Or they can bring some that they like best.
And of course a Christmas tree, how could I forget.
But there’s always more so I won’t fret.
My house is mess and needs to be swept.
But it got a little late so off to bed I crept.
Now I lay pondering how my time’s gone astray.
I think my Christmas spirit’s gone on holiday.
Moonlit melodies of tales great;
a princess awaits a frog of fate.
Magic kissed an imagined pair mate.
But to croak to soon is to be too late.
I don’t want to wrestle dragons,
or any other mythical beast.
I don’t want to ride into battle,
slaying hearts for a nightly feast.
I don’t need to be a hero,
with a castle duly moated.
I don’t need to be in history books,
but nice to be someday noted.
I woke this morning without a thought.
Inspiration and ideas today are naught.
I’m not depressed, just a little blue,
trying not to be stressed but so much to do.
These past few years filled with good and bad.
Happy at times but I feel more sad.
Love was had and gone, felt again but lost.
Now to love again I fear the cost.
Heart’s fragile, just a throbbing lump.
Mind’s cluttered like a dump.
My soul burns for a sunny day.
My body aches for a better way.
Feeling flush or torn to shards,
time it seems, holds all the cards.
What’s the deal, I ask with reservation.
Rise and shine or be dulled with hesitation.