PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

By Peter Christopher Raymond

Copyright 2013

Seemingly vacant men sleep in their houses

Dream of their spouses in mint-colored blouses

Scale the steps, turn the key and enter the realm of security

Compionship to comfort them in their obscurity

A door left slightly ajar by which they gingerly tread

They won't disturb the dreaming child tucked in their bed

Fanciful candles carefully handled

Melting in dishes placed high on a mantle

Their reverent efforts no matter how feeble

A corner of carpet covered in needles

The price they've paid for a genuine pine

Serpentine strings of lights define their shrines

It is strictly forbidden to untie the ribbon

Or rattle the parcels wrapped and hidden

The peculiar aroma of a Duraflame log

Candies and cheeses from a catalog

Yet there is no centerpiece to this festive spread

No peace nor release from a sense of dread

For no matter what... we all get coal

The weight of the winter wears on our soul

So cling to those who care and console

Don't pass on a slice of the Swiss roll

Though your marriage may wobble and spirit be hobbled

Don't let the discord reflect in the baubles