Festivals around
the season turning at its peak now
frozen are my feet
numb the fingers
wonder what I write around
the season of gifts
the weather of surprises
the friends gonna meet
though the pandemic
made us distance apart
but the sticky fingers glued
as the screens connected the distanced souls
packing the gifts
turning a santa
a child who waited with stockings
never knows would wait for Santa
or should turn a santa
with season freezing at peak
the roads swept
with those who laid
under the bare sky
wonder will warm milk
bring warmness to the distraught souls
Maybe festivals are at peak
for some seasons don’t turn around
new year approaching soon
yet for some its just adding a candle to life
what season
what festival
calls the heart inside
bereft some souls dry
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
Offline) - Published: December 11th, 2021 13:18
- Comment from author about the poem: Many a poets and many a friend of mine, truly reflected on this part..inking the sheets and shedding light…poets are really eyes of God reading the wounded souls around…a big thanks to all lovely poets around…
- Category: Sad
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Bittersweet tones but beautifully penned ✌
Thanks dear reader
Some medicines essential but hard to gulp
I'm gonna take the easy option and just echo what woundedheart just posted about this your very lovely & most recent posting ............ Neville
Thanks dear Neville
Hope you liked it
................................................................................................... I did 🙂
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.
Thanks a lot dear Rozina
Such an emotive write spilleronsheet.
Andy
Good write S.
Thanks a lot orchi
On way to church
Pray for me
Why am I always asking this
I guess I think Almighty shall hear you sooner than me
He will hear you too - anyone in fact! 🙂
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The sad side of the holiday season is what I read here SOS. Great job.....
Thanks dear Lorna
It just struck me
And at mps I realised we don’t need to hide our emotions
Cause we have lovely poets and readers here
Probably in our human existence, the last two years have been the worse, and going into next year doesn't look to be any better. Maybe a time to rejoice, which may sound strange, but as humans, that what we do.
Things aren’t good
Things may not be good
But since the now is a gift so it’s called present
Then we shall live it as it’s best
Who knows what tomorrow stores for us
Not all gifts come wrapped in a box. Some are just words that speak to hearts. This piece is one such.
And your comment made this poetry so special
It is one of the kindest and the most beautiful appreciation
It won’t be wrong to say that I feel elated now
Thanks a lot dear reader
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