Oct 14, 2015 Original Poetry, Writing 201

A Cold Christmas Pine-Tree

(Writing 201, Day 9: Shape Poem/Anaphora/Epistrophe/Symploce)

©October 14th, 2015

By Vijaya Sundaram

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‘Tis

Almost winter.

And chill will soon set in

And bitter snow will quickly fall

Before the Fall comes

 Tumbling down, before the leaves

Come tumbling down,

Before green apples turn to brown, before

Our smiles turn into frowns, when bitter

Cold will curl your hair, your skin, and then, with

Blank confusion, you’ll begin to

Layer up, and slide down streets, and find that you can chatter

 With your mouth clamped shut,

And what you say, or dream, or write, or think won’t matter.

Too soon will pine-trees don the frost

Of tinsel, paper flakes of snow, and lights of gold with pride and joy

And hope and peace and love enwrapped.

And shining gifts will glow beneath, a star above,

Who cares a whit if you seek and find your love of Soul

In other domains, other spirits, other lands? Who cares a whit?

That matters not!

This matters–not

What you say, but

What you are by

Night or day — a

Shining, lovely star!

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