night at home


marketa transforms our little home

into a festival of light

shiny red globes hang on branches she painted white

placed in a blue and white chinese vase on the hearth

red blue green lights

entwine a garland of green pine needles on the mantle

tiny white lights define a window frame

so pretty now that the panes are black with night


it's christmas time

red green white stockings 

hang by the chimney (hung with care)


our names lovingly knitted into the pattern by marcy

along with a



christmas tree

santa claus


it makes me happy to see our home so cheery

my little menorah put away for the year

its festival of light having passed

the wax drips cleaned up


marketa in her soft chair


legs curled beneath her   

me typing away   

a book of sakatarō hagiwara poems at hand

the furnace warming us

the sounds of massimo faraò jazz trio keeping time


i've been thinking about terri lately

she was lovely


i'm sure she still is

making someone very happy


that word   marketa

once so foreign    


three notes in a beautiful chord



so far from home


making a home

for herself

for me 

for us


it's beginning to feel a lot like christmas


thoughts of terri

have shifted to marcy


to colin and his grandfather

to antoinette and nathaniel


to others far away 

to one not so far away


to friends gone too soon




all that is missing is snow








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Written on 2021-12-20 at 05:11

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Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
lovely writing, (s n o w) sometimes we may create our own.

MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
This is beautiful! :)

Very earthbound and homely, the poem commemorates everything that is and that used to be. The transition between the stanzas are seamless, and one thing leads to another, and finally comes the epigrammatic conclusion.

By the way, the lights of Christmas and the festivity remind me about Diwali, a festival we celebrate in our part of the world during mid-October.

Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautifully articulated poem, in which the emotions are as vivid as the concrete images. Applause from this address!

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