(Poem #232)If What You're Waiting for is Christmas If what you're waiting for is Christmas You don't need me to tell you so If you've been looking for somebody You might not have that far to go See how the candle dances With all the shadows on the wall If what you're waiting for is Christmas It might be coming after all Sometimes I feel so tired Sometimes I feel so blue I'm just going thru the motions Of almost anything I do But guess I'm getting better Even I'm a bit surprised When I see my own reflection In a dark haired angel's eyes Maybe all that really matters Try to feel the mystery Found in people left abandoned Burning, blooming poetry If for miracles you hunger You might see a few come true If what you're waiting for is Christmas It might be waiting there for you. |
If What You're Waiting for is Christmas -- David Devine
Lines -- Martha Collins
(Poem #231)Lines Draw a line. Write a line. There. Stay in line, hold the line, a glance between the lines is fine but don't turn corners, cross, cut in, go over or out, between two points of no return's a line of flight, between two points of view's a line of vision. But a line of thought is rarely straight, an open line's no party line, however fine your point. A line of fire communicates, but drop your weapons and drop your line, consider the shortest distance from x to y, let x be me, let y be you. |