Tristan Robert Lange

Happy Christmas, O Dear Poets!

Only the brave know things are not happy.
 
Despite trying to find joy this Christmas,
Everyone I know is struggling to
Answer life’s deepest questions. That is all,
Regardless, any one can do, no? And,
 
Poets make themselves vulnerable to
Others, revealing to them their all-
Encompassing dreams and fears. So, then, a
Thank you, from the bottom of the heart. Good
Scribes, you are a blessing this cold night.
 
🎄     ðŸŽ„     ðŸŽ„
 
POET’S NOTE: An acrostic Golden Shovel.
 
For those who know not what this form is, I hope this helps. An acrostic is a poem where the first letter of each line of the poem spells something else out. The Golden Shovel form takes a line from another poem and uses each word of that line as the end word for each line in the new poem. Therefore, if you read down the end words in my poem, you get a message from another poem. To give credit where credit is due, my Golden Shovel line is taken from the Clement Clarke Moore poem, “A Visit from St. Nicholas”, more commonly known by its first line, “’Twas the Night Before Christmas”.
 
This poem is dedicated to all my poet/writer friends across the world that I have the privilege of knowing! I am privileged to be a part of this wonderful community and thankful for each of you. Merry Christmas or whatever holiday you celebrate. I value each of you immensely!