Working my way, this morning, through one of my Bachelard collections and came across this poem about gifts and seasons and the meaning of things.
Thought it might be nice to share it again. (Though maybe it’s an odd choice, now I think on it).
Merry Christmas
Frank
~
a seasonal gift of three memories (and a dream)
look
at this man
he is old
foolish
he has lost
himself
we
must give to him
a gift
something
that he can hold
warm
and near
yes
that is what
we must
do …
~
I shall do it
the voice
was a song
I shall give him
new green shoots
warm sun
gold on closed eyes
slow small creeks
running fast
filled
with the snow
that was
the humming
of bees
he will have
a puppy dog tail
that is
wagging
wagging
and wagging
so young
both he
and she
I give him
this memory . . .
~
I …
I am
stronger
mellifluous tones
a deep singer’s voice
sunshine
on a meadow
running
through long grass
rolling the dog
roll
the boy over
and over
I will give him
the laughter
the whole of a day
full of that sound
outside
without fetter
he will run
to the pool
of the creek
a swim
in the cold
the very still-cold
water
a long evening
watching the sun
sink slow
in the west
a hot day
in
a memory …
~
mushrooms
and moist
green moss
this voice
flickering
between a high pitched
whine
and
a deep
rumble
I will give him
the thrill
of a storm
where
his mother’s bed
his father’s arms
gave comfort
while roof iron rattled
to lightning
and thunder
I give him
a new-born lamb
staggering
first steps
the rain falling down
while he watches
wondering
if it ever
will stop
then gazing
into the fire
dancing
a memory
~
I could give him
the cold
I could take him
to snow
rolling a man
out of the white
but
with buttons
stick for a mouth
and a nose
stony smile
I could bring him
the beauty
of that
the sound
was a wheeze
a whistle
harsh but
not really unkind
but no
I will not do that
I will give him
nothing
not yet
but soon
after
all of the smiles
that your memories
might bring
he will come to me
we
will dream
~
Even if you’re at work, I wish you a wonderful day, a wonderful year, and a lifetime of moments of joy and discovery.
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Thank you, Cage. I couldn’t ask for more.
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That’s lovely, Frank! Thank you ~ ~ and Merry Christmas!
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Merry Christmas, Janet.
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These memories are precious gifts indeed. Merry Christmas, Frank!
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More precious, perhaps, as we grow older, Liz.
Merry Christmas.
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Definitely more precious as we grow older.
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Very nice♥️🙋🏼♀️☃️🎄
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Thanks Cheryl. Merry Christmas.
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Especially nice to revisit memories in this year of apartness here in the US, Frank. Blessings to you and yours as we wrap up 2020.
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And to you and Ted, Ellen. Hope it is grand.
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Brr! beautiful words I feel as though I’m a “wee” girl again stumbling through a white mass. Now that 2021 is “in” Happy New Year
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And to you, Claire. May it be a beauty.
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