12-10-2013, 09:19 AM
revision 2
His grumbles snag on plastic branches
emerging from eleven months of peace.
The holiday's cheer doesn't reach this tree,
three feet high and so naked even Charlie
might sigh.
Tilting to one side it seems to wiggle
to the other half of the desk, as bits
of coated green float gently to the tiles,
torn off by hand painted stars and a man
with a white beard and no time for this.
As balls and lights and silver garlands
fill the lonely gaps he wonders
Why bother? when four walls enclose the effort
and not even the window lets out a peep.
Resigned eyes survey this scene: his life
without her touch. Reminiscence fills the air,
and salty gripes jerk from his throat and scuttle down
to rest inside the stocking’s toe.
revision
His grumbles snag on plastic branches
emerging from eleven months of peace.
The holiday's cheer doesn't reach this tree,
three feet high and so naked even Charlie
might sigh.
Tilting to one side it seems to wiggle
to the other side of the desk, as bits
of coated green float gently to the tiles,
torn off by painted stars and a man
with a white beard and no time for this.
As balls and lights and silver garlands
fill the lonely gaps he wonders
Why bother? when four walls enclose the secret
and not even the window lets out a peep.
Resigned eyes survey this scene: his life
without her touch. How many more to come?
Salty gripes jerk from his throat and scuttle down
to rest inside the stocking’s toe.
original
His grumbles snag on the plastic branches
emerging from eleven months of peace.
The holiday's cheer doesn't reach this three
foot tree that naked, would make even Charlie
sigh.
Tilting to one side it seems to wiggle
to the other side of the desk, as bits
of coated green float gently to the tiles,
torn off by painted stars and a man
with a white beard and no time for this.
As balls and lights and silver garlands
fill the lonely gaps he wonders
Why bother? when four walls enclose the secret
and not even the window lets out a peep.
Reminiscent eyes survey this scene of his life
without her touch, the first of how many to come?
Salty gripes jerk from his throat and scuttle down
to rest inside the stocking’s toe.
__________________________
I'm not set on the title. Suggestions?
His grumbles snag on plastic branches
emerging from eleven months of peace.
The holiday's cheer doesn't reach this tree,
three feet high and so naked even Charlie
might sigh.
Tilting to one side it seems to wiggle
to the other half of the desk, as bits
of coated green float gently to the tiles,
torn off by hand painted stars and a man
with a white beard and no time for this.
As balls and lights and silver garlands
fill the lonely gaps he wonders
Why bother? when four walls enclose the effort
and not even the window lets out a peep.
Resigned eyes survey this scene: his life
without her touch. Reminiscence fills the air,
and salty gripes jerk from his throat and scuttle down
to rest inside the stocking’s toe.
revision
His grumbles snag on plastic branches
emerging from eleven months of peace.
The holiday's cheer doesn't reach this tree,
three feet high and so naked even Charlie
might sigh.
Tilting to one side it seems to wiggle
to the other side of the desk, as bits
of coated green float gently to the tiles,
torn off by painted stars and a man
with a white beard and no time for this.
As balls and lights and silver garlands
fill the lonely gaps he wonders
Why bother? when four walls enclose the secret
and not even the window lets out a peep.
Resigned eyes survey this scene: his life
without her touch. How many more to come?
Salty gripes jerk from his throat and scuttle down
to rest inside the stocking’s toe.
original
His grumbles snag on the plastic branches
emerging from eleven months of peace.
The holiday's cheer doesn't reach this three
foot tree that naked, would make even Charlie
sigh.
Tilting to one side it seems to wiggle
to the other side of the desk, as bits
of coated green float gently to the tiles,
torn off by painted stars and a man
with a white beard and no time for this.
As balls and lights and silver garlands
fill the lonely gaps he wonders
Why bother? when four walls enclose the secret
and not even the window lets out a peep.
Reminiscent eyes survey this scene of his life
without her touch, the first of how many to come?
Salty gripes jerk from his throat and scuttle down
to rest inside the stocking’s toe.
__________________________
I'm not set on the title. Suggestions?
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The howling beast is back.
The howling beast is back.