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20 December, 2004

'Tis the season... Four riffs on Christmas

.1.

“Merry Christmas,” they say to me
as they hurry, homeward bound.
I sit like Scrooge in misery
with no one to put my arms around.
Writing mournful poetry,
chin sweeping the ground,
feeling sad for poor ole me,
lying unclaimed in Lost & Found.


.2.

Christmas is like Noah’s ark :
“Couples Only” or you can’t park.
All you solitary types,
lower your voices as you gripe.
Endure your 40 days of rain,
and excuse as we kiss again.


.3.

This year, I said
i’ll stay in bed
won’t even try
to get ahead
what’s the point
of trying hard
its much safer
to stay on guard


.4.

It’s that time of year
again

More from the archives. Written over three successive holiday seasons. (: Mid-nineties. Be kind. :)

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7 Comments:

Blogger SPECKLED_BAND said...

You never disappoint, Peter! Thanks for the cheer!

20 December, 2004 17:05  
Blogger manisha lakhe said...

ziggy, how do you know what i feel? each time, spot on!

20 December, 2004 20:15  
Blogger annie said...

Tis good... and i'm not even being kind.

21 December, 2004 15:20  
Blogger Arundhati said...

I laughed as I read this. Reminds me of a dialogue from one of Kieslowsky's films in the Decalogue series. This girl, who ia alone and lonely cooks up excuses to be with her ex lover on Christmas eve, also keeping him away from his family. When it's dawn she cant hold on anymore and she tells him the trusth to which he says he understands how during holidays and festivals people who have families shut their lives to others. They get into their houses and draw the curtains. The ones left outside are the old, the lonely, the singles. It's true how singlehood starts to ache specially during festivities.

23 December, 2004 16:42  
Blogger zigzackly said...

Just stumbled across an old fave poem - can't remember the title, though.

It's by Wendy Cope.

At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle,
The cold winter air makes our hands and faces tingle
And happy families go to church and cheerily they mingle
And the whole business is unbelievably dreadful, if you're single.

:)

26 December, 2004 23:31  
Blogger Max Babi said...

Great simple poems, laced with dollops
of humour.

27 December, 2004 08:50  
Blogger Max Babi said...

Great simple poems, laced with dollops
of humour.

27 December, 2004 08:56  

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