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Quiet Christmas ghost
by Sam RobertsWelcome to the land of silence,
throw your pearl shaped tear into the stream, frozen;
Green diamond eyes, writing with frost
Into the valley, for the still, snow whites
This is where the winter hides;
a spirit from the past laying a rug of bluebells
And dancing under spotlights, red and green
Where the children can sleep in the middle of the highway;
Little doves on rock-strewn pillows
Welcoming them to her tree house world
Painting white snowballs with her breath 12/07/2003 Author's Note: Re write of my first poem, Quiet ghost
Posted on 12/07/2003
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 12/07/03 at 06:34 PM a sylvan seasonal delight, much enjoyed |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/12/03 at 12:53 PM Refreshingly different style of writing. Adds new meaning to 'connect the dots.' |
| Posted by Richard Trotter on 01/13/04 at 02:28 AM lovely writing. |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 01/13/04 at 09:49 AM Congratulations, Sam! An excellent poem, just excellent. I must say, though, that it made me very grateful I live where palm trees grow. Brrrr! |
| Posted by Bethany Lee on 01/14/04 at 12:04 AM well deserving of the poem of the day!! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/14/04 at 03:25 AM Congratulations on POTD! |
| Posted by Amanda L Marron on 07/28/04 at 10:36 PM beautiful winter poem |
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