Full of paper cuts
and empty of tape
I’ve folded and creased
trees, elves and St. Nick
with baubles, reindeer and stars
patterns rarely matching
but working all the same
I can’t wait to see looks on
my loved ones faces
as all my work is undone
Merry Christmas, everyone.
Thanks for reading Paper Cuts. I hope you enjoyed it. I’d love to hear any thoughts.
Take It Easy,
Paul
Nostalgia enters on the chirrup of a wren
and the first cord of wham on the radio
it’s only a matter of time before the tree
goes up and grows baubles and lights
as smiles widen on our faces
we’ll go for a woodland walk
hand in hand, glove in glove
maybe pick up some pinecones
as a memento
then later under December’s full moon
sip our hot chocolates
sending warmth into the air.
Thanks for dropping in to read today’s poem. I hope the start of you week has gone well.
How does nostalgia for Christmas hit you?
Let me know in the comments…
Take It Easy
Paul
Holly berries gleam
in the bewitching winter blue-light
ruby red and alive
held tightly in the arms
of emerald flames burning darkly
all along the hedgerow
reminding passers-by
to live with passion
and warmth.
Thanks for stopping by to check out day 4 of the Advent Calendar of Poems I’m creating.
I hope you’re enjoying the weekend so far…
Take It Easy,
Paul
Golden sands were painted coal-dust black
the day I found the flint
it called to me
like a flame draws a moth
I knew then my purpose
but setting the world ablaze
doesn’t come easy
often fires splutter out sparks
and embers fade
before they become effective
so I became patient
striking the firestone
when it really mattered
like the day I found her
and saw the kindling catch
behind her hazel eyes
the inferno still
roars.
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In the meantime, take it easy,
Paul
Weather-beaten hands struggle against the pulling weight of age and future fiefdoms he tries gallantly to slow the beat of time measuring success in only the moments a smile touches his lips staring into her eyes.
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Take It Easy
Paul
I’m lost in the chaos and romance of the jazz playing through my headphones mainlining wordless wisdom straight to my brain the addiction took over me in a past existence Coltrane, Davis and The Dave Brubeck Quartet imprinted my bloodstream let my feet and fingers tap and head sway whether frenzied or not I don't want to be found just yet the sound of the sax and trumpets is the sound of my soul is the sound of romantic chaos.
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Take it Easy
Paul
There’s a touch of romance
in the garden
the fence posts led by coy breezes
in a gentle dance
between secret admirers
until the mood turns
and the wind becomes belligerent
destroying something beautiful
simply because
- it can.
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Take it easy,
Paul
Holding hands in fresh gloves
we walk the Winter woods;
it’s quiet on Boxing Day morning;
probably too many bad heads sleeping it off.
The essence of Chris is still hanging in the air,
from the tall pine sentries lining our route,
watching us in the scarves wrapped around our faces;
the same scarves muffling our voices,
and the words we get wrong,
singing the Christmas songs everyone knows.
We ask each other to name their favourite part of Christmas so far;
I say spending time with you;
I know I say the same thing every year but it’s the truth;
and you say the same.
I’m lost in your hazelnut eyes when snow begins to fall;
I wonder what it would be like to be frozen in time;
right here, right now, in this very moment;
but when the soft snowflake hits my cheek;
I wake up from my festive fog,
and we walk on
– destination unknown.
Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and Festive Good Fortune,
Paul
Seasons greetings! It’s here everybody! Christmas Eve! Can you believe it? Only twenty-four days ago I started the Haiku Advent Calendar as a challenge to myself and a gift to you all. We’ve made it!!!
I’m going to put on the tree lights and settle down for a day of relaxation and maybe some baking.
But first, I’ll leave you with this haiku…
Santa packs his sleigh,
ready to warp across earth;
The best gift is LOVE.
Thanks for joining me and for the kind words during the Haiku Advent Calendar. If you want to read the previous Haikus, click the specific day below:
Day 1. Day 2. Day 3. Day 4. Day 5. Day 6. Day 7. Day 8. Day 9. Day 10. Day 11. Day 12. Day 13. Day 14. Day 15. Day 16. Day 17. Day 18. Day 19. Day 20. Day 21. Day 22. Day 23.
I hope you all have time to connect with your friends and family as well as yourself over Christmas. It’s been great sharing these Haikus with you all.
Merry Christmas to One and All.
Paul
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The Christmas episode of the Eat The Storms Poetry Podcast has been released. On it, you’ll hear me (!!!) reading four of my poems with a wintry and festive feel. I am so grateful that Damien (the host with the most!) invited me back to read. I love Christmas and the last time I appeared on the podcast was my podcasting debut, my reading live debut and was so much fun.
Some of the poems I’ve read you’ll find on Paul Writes Poems already; the others will be released between now and Christmas along with my daily Haiku Advent Calendar so keep your eyes peeled.
The last time I had the opportunity to appear on Eat The Storms, the other readers were amazing. The same is said for my fellow poets appearing on the Christmas episode, but, this time Damien has ramped things up for the festivities so it’s bursting at the seams like a vintage stocking.
I have released a poem this month already, you can find the piece of nostalgia by clicking, ‘At Christmas‘.
It was a massive honour and privilege to take part, especially with the calibre of the other poets reading. I may have been was awestruck! (I must apologise for the sore throat though.)
Merry Christmas Everybody
Ho Ho Ho
Paul
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