The 13th Day -------------------------------------------
I stepped into a world inside a world
where everyone was smiling.
there was singing there
hugging and sharing
and twinkling lights
and I looked on
this was the place that was going to be home
it smelled of cinnamon and cypress
it tasted of hot cocoa
and it felt like sitting by a warm hearth
finally, the torment was too great
finally, I took the lights down
and burned the tree
Nothing lasts forever, not even home. Huh, this is very interesting, the perspective is really different than most things that I find.
I definately get the seasonal thing that most of your comments are speaking of, the lights the smells, ect.
It is a comfortable and familiar piece.
I do like that the burning of the tree is an active thing here, the speaker so delighted by the sensual attractiveness of everything they call home decides to burn it all. It is a very independant and confident thing. That their home isn't something they derive from the senses, and spiritually they are not carnally minded. I liked that. At first it bothered me that they would initiate the destruction of something that they enjoyed so much, but it is a realistic piece for that and I enjoyed it for that reason.
It was a healthy thing.
Thanks for sharing with me.
Have a great day.
Will be looking at more of your work.
There's a church around the corner from my house. Every year at Christmas, they put a sign out front: "Keep Christ in Christmas". I thought of that as I read this....it made me think that if more people remembered the significance of Christmas, this phenomenon of temporary good cheer would not be so noticeable when Christmas was over......
Yup, the feeling of seasonal joy. Coming and going like cold wind. I like the concept of this piece, specifically how you ended it. Very abrupt and quick as if you kind of snapped and had to kill it but with enough sanity to take down the lights first.
I feel like there could have been better imagery in the poem, some more elaboration on the scene with would make the abrupt ending have more oomph.
ha, a little jealous of your Christmas tree? i just took decorations down, i guess burning the tree could be a good thing. a world inside a world, hmm it makes me think of a little village. packing it all away and trying to stay positive but in the end it being kind of a cumbersome task that feels better to act out at the end of. like damn you imagination. or something. this was clever though.