Friday, December 24, 2010

poem: Pink Ladies

Santa Baby kringles his way—
Not the least bit krissly, we can assure—

Into your nights,

Offering the tenderest of mercies

Best left unsaid:

Avalanche of silent review

Essaying all the tender

Dews of nights before,

Whispering the wicks

Of candles burned

Down leagues of midnights,

Herald of ancient cries,

Infinite laughter as

You wish your way

Into futures of the

Vagabond hearts:

Mapping the appled days,

Charting the gathered

Ways we dance

When the calling wild

Visions plenty. Steal

Away into all the nights

Fore and aft,

Urgent messengers will

Affirm the need

For this to be that,

X to by Y, calends

Of the sun to weigh

In with mighty laughter,

Ubiquitous trickster

Of the irreverently holy—

And wholly irreverent—



Blogger Teresa said...

Ho ho ho!! Merry Christmas, Murat. Love your trickster santa!

12:58 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Merry Christmas to you, Teresa. Tricksters abound.

1:53 PM  
Blogger anno said...

a sweet apple kiss of a poem ... bless your irreverently holy and wholly irreverent heart!

8:45 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: I am certainly blessed by such blessings as yours.

11:18 PM  

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