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I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Friday, December 24, 2010

OF LOSS AND REMEMBRANCE AT CHRISTMASTIME

Years pass.
Christmas never changes.
In the exchange of gifts and greeting
there is a meeting of hearts and it starts.
Thoughts of voices that have been silenced
and smiles that have faded into misty memory.
Melancholy peeks through the windows
of a heart broken soul; a token show of
love for loved ones long vacant.
At some point you anoint these recollections;
a status of legend and immortality takes hold.
We remember Christmases of long ago as if
they are visions of a changeable future.
It nurtures us and give our sorrow rest.
The tomorrows are the best when our steps
are guided and propelled by the lessons learned.
Through our losses, we remember the wonder of love
and we will be healed by it; the gift of Christmas.


Walt

5 comments:

  1. "... and we will be healed by it." Loving the expression of your heart through your words, and knowing in my own heart that your last line speaks truth. Merry Christmas, my friend.

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  2. Merry Christmas to you too, Marie. Poetry IS truth. It lives in my soul and comes out that way. Thankfully, truth flourishes in Toledo, too.
    It must be a lake thing. Eerily.

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  3. Walt, Marie Elena--Hello to you!
    At the end of this Christmas Day, I would like to share a wish of poet-filled days ahead to kindred spirits on the other side of the Lake.
    What a team--season's best to both of you!
    Patricia
    http://pmpoetwriter.blogspot.com/

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  4. I like this poem. It reminds me of Christmases at my grandma's house when I was a child.

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  5. Thanks Patricia and Karen. Christmas was good this year and it bring out a bit of the emotion. Glad to touch a chord for you Karen.

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