– DE MONTE Y MAR’s Tuesdays of Texture: Week 1 of 2018. Photo ©2018 Leara Nicole Morris-Clark.
Little ones with wide eyes
Rejecting sleep with heavy sighs
Anticipation across the nation
Eagerly awaiting an overnight surprise
A sleigh on the roof
The tap of a reindeer hoof
It ‘twas a dream or so it seemed
Drowsy faces behold the proof
Underneath the Christmas tree
No sign of slumber left to see
When gifts are spied, it can’t be denied
“Santa came!” come shouts of glee.
– Written for First Baptist Church of Worcester Poetry Fest Challenge 3: Free Verse (I ended up with a rhyme scheme anyway. I don’t know if it is an official form or not. That’s just the way the poetry flows sometimes 🙂 Photo from pixnio.com.
The Christmas tree is up, but something is missing. There are no gifts under it, and I need your help to put that right.
For this year’s Christmas charity appeal, I’m asking you to help me raise up to £365 for The Dogs Trust.
The Dogs Trust, formerly known as the National Canine Defence League, is an animal welfare charity and humane society in the United Kingdom which specialises in the well-being of dogs. Click here to go to their website.
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– DE MONTE Y MAR’s Tuesdays of Texture: December 12, 2017. Photos ©2017 Leara Nicole Morris-Clark.
bells ring it’s Christmas
time and again flurries come
settle in winter
– Written for First Baptist Church of Worcester Poetry Fest Challenge 2: Haiku. Photo ©2017 Leara Nicole Morris-Clark.
False prophets, you dig our graves with sinister divinations,
Bestow unrepentant indignation, and neglect to hide your shallowness.
Cast condescending shadows from high upon your sanctimonious mount, but
We wear our pride; our faith and love, our shrouds, and we will not be buried in the night.
Oh, I say woe unto them that call evil good and substitute darkness for light.
Oh, weary we may be, but forsaken we are not. Tread lightly when for lust and greed you choose to cast your lots.