He was tall,laden with specks of grey,
in hair and in facial contours.
Green with envy,turned people,
and he turned pine green with joy.
He was the strength of his family,
the roots dug deep into psyche,
with soil of responsibility.
Year round he bloomed,
He had to bloom,to make family smile…
But at Christmas time,he carved fissures in to himself,
so as to light up all around
The gifts came out from his pockets and the dug holes
were decorated beautifully,
to celebrate the Christmas spirit.
He was the Christmas tree himself.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Nice poem!
Simple yet so gripping, meaningful and powerful . The metaphorical usage is simply awesome !
Surreal and metaphysical images unite to make this a poem to remember.
Beautifully done with nice images!