Christmas Memories #3 (some DU poets & some others)

Vibrating Christmas...

He asked "What do you want for Christmas?"
In the routine of everyday affairs
She will not be touched by vanity,
and she said I have everything I need, you...
Accepting the challenge, he bought some sex toys.
He could tell all the right ones.
In his skilful, strong hands.
He gave her passion and bliss, vibrating her soul.
Revealed to her the secret of moisture in the petals...
Shamelessly with him for all she is ready,
Streams of passion pouring into the night,
And irrigating, pouring out again,
This was the best present she could receive.
"Of course I knew what you wanted" he said.
And out of breath, she laughed...

Christmas morning 2021

We gathered when the sun was still too weak to punch through the grey sky.
Her children, the three of them, fussed around flowers, straightened the poetry and trinkets then raked the blue pebbles level with their fingers so when the sun shined they glistened
then we stood around in silence, our heads down each of us wrapped in our own memories.
I poured her a drink, sucked the life from a cigarette, then spoke of mine, they theirs, some of us laughed, some of us cried, then we looked down again and fell silent.

Enduring Gift

Dad, of quiet, gentle,
and kind demeanor,
never effusive with praise
or criticism
economic with advice
a rather stoic Electrical Engineer
but Santa Claus, he was different
every Christmas
in my stocking I found,
written on yellow graph paper,
and strangely in father's hand
a note with expressions of love
memorializing, with pride,
my accomplishments
oh to have them
to read them again

from……a february's frenetic festive dawn~
(thaipoosam festival)

the      
rockhard spirited epiphytic Peepal~      
Bodhi~ Arasa plantlet... leaves      
out of even the fineline cracking      
cemented floors.. nearby a silty grown      
slender Tridax procumbens sways      
a delicate determinate flexing ballerina      
with its hardened knifing sharp desiccant      
suncrisped flowery skeletons still withheld      
as substantially browning graceful deserty      
achenes..readying  for a much awaited      
crossborder journeys of a purposeful      
dispersal...  

KIVA CHRISTMAS

Winter Solstice — family tradition — Kiva ceremony.
Wrap stick beautifully with coloured yarns,
hold things to let go …
Choose a symbol to bring in the new
embroider a square of dark cloth
make a little pouch
put in some seeds.
Burn stick at dawn.
Plant seeds at Spring Equinox.
Changes make the manger meaningful.


My First Snow Globe : Apocalyptic Xmas vision

Little plastic people
Trapped in nativity pose
Jesus size of a bead.
‘Let it snow’
‘Let it snow’
And it did.

My last snow globe.
Little plastic people
Trapped in nuclear winter.
‘Let it snow’
‘Let it snow’
*** *** ***
And we all burned
On Christmas Day

Christmas & You

The day had nowhere to go but
Weary Winter hinterland.
But once there was Christmas and you,
Making love to soundtrack
Of a black&white film
And a tinselled window rattle.