Saint Nicholas gold
in secret by night windows
chimneys correlate
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for Saint Nicholas Day, 6 December (19 east of west)
photo by American Jael on Unsplash
Wichita
(somehow the magic)
purple process
I might want
to
make a point though
purple is its own
and
point on a candle top
perhaps
to say
let’s light a season
over Sundays
while in each set
of six-days’
living
after
and
between
it could be that
maybe
altogether
days
something needing change
is changed
something still
as quiet
also remaining be reminded
delta season
then
also alpha and omega
or simply take in purple moments
alit
awhile
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(for Advent or could be another season)
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Mogilev, Belarus
seasoning scene-setting dark gray passed over by the wind that pushes through some texture in the sky the merest hint of blue between uncertain banks of white before the short day leans a near western horizon closer until the solstice fires might invoke or simply ask for change c l couch photo by Vadim Sadovski on Unsplash
the shining
the sun is
shining
on the snow
the dance
of heat and cold commenced
and should the fun in that
not
be enough then add
wind
all only in hours on short days
thus
to realize
endurance
more than victory
to play
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(while the car is snow-covered and medical directives won’t allow me to shovel or to brush)
photo by Kristina Kutleša on Unsplash
words as mystery
(not seconds but minute meaning small)
snow
the branches tell
and might
try to lift
to sing
but might have to leave it
not by breeze
but
by the birds
cardinals and blues
that might shake themselves
and
minute by the branches
vibrate anew
by warbling
a song of nature
and to
think of nature’s God
and if Pan
as in the forest of the wind
in
the willows
then Pan shall serve
as well
the setting
shaking trees
the
singing from the colors
joy
the noise of devotion and
of peace
magic
and if magic
then by
God
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easy company
what shall I say
this
sabbath day
but believe in God
and so
be saved
while none get credit or commission
and can’t tabulate
but
that any should be saved
and so in absentia
hope
when all are there
to celebrate
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photograph by Liana S on Unsplash
sun angles through glass
by the panes make frames of light
inspiring our art
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photo by Alin Gavriliuc on Unsplash
companion-able
what may I give to you
this day
silence perhaps
a treat
of companionship
I’ll be there
or
nearby
in any of the ways one
might be near
and you shall have some
peace
look up to say something
I’ll be there
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photograph by Claire Ward at Unsplash
two poems for Thanksgiving narratology
[narratology = dealing in story (sorry)]
this Thanksgiving
(mutuality)
say
find something to be thankful for
still here
a body
with a spirit inside
a mind
if the high point of that arc
was a long time ago
and everything’s been gradual
since
then
the bandage from last blood test
fell off
somewhere
hopefully not
to create a gross moment for someone
for me
the continuation of a series
gross
if bloody
that began with the first heart attack
or with
fall off the sofa when I was
four or so
and
there was a pool on the hardwood floor
that I could see
this is the past
highlights
or
lowlights
and how do you remember things
your own time
with time
nature
others
your own inventions on your own
and when dealing in
perception based on how others
treated you
that part of the play
when
Eliza says she is a duchess
because Pickering treats him
that way
and
there is
how we treat ourselves
now add the theme of thanks
for the day
Pygmalion/My Fair Lady (cited)
starspeak
and where is God in this
and sad
if not tragic
to
have to ask
maybe it’s because there are no easy
answers on the planet
except the gift
of
itself
in the cosmos
either
except to look with whatever combination
of our senses
to wonder
to measure
too
if there are no numbers for the wonder
we say
in certain liturgies
that
a star is coming
though they’re not supposed to be
loosed from their places
there’s that
wonder
the exercise to call it something else
by which it’s easier
or
to admit there is no knowing
and so let it unbound
unidentify its place
except it flies
and
also famously arrives
with a doctrinal purpose
but that we also leave it
simply as
astounding
also passage in an
extraordinary
narrative
that might beg belief
while
not insisting on its truth
on
what it represents
like the fictive guess
in “The Sentinel”
in which
Arthur Clarke invents a dying star
with
sentient civilization ‘round it
its last explosion
seen over the skies by
magi
of western Asia
and we could write our stories
too
as well as listen to what’s
set
and shared each season though off-season
makes your guesses
takes your chances
give
other versions a chance
allow imagination
serving
as an ironic stretching as a building-up
of credibility
“The Sentinel” is a short story by Arthur C. Clarke. The story is said to be the inspiration for his and Stanley Kubrick’s 2001. (Clarke having written that novel for and from the film.)
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Happy Thanksgiving! which should be a day of thanks for all, everywhere—or of hope for such with those in unthanking situations. (Sorry, need to bring up both.)
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