Fairy lights aglow,
In the midst of pine needles
and fake snow.
Bits and baubles decorate the tree;
A pyramid that glistens and glimmers.
Distortion in the globe, what I see
Is not what can be seen.
Merry carols and season’s greetings,
Across the world is the blaring noise
of gunshots and screaming.
I cannot see beyond the shroud of media,
Toxic fear poisons this time of year.
Can we stand together hand in hand?
Take away the mass hysteria.
Change the reflection of the world,
this is my Christmas wish.
We create hope.
© 2015 An Offbeat Bluestocking
An unorthodox poem, if I could even call it that. It rhymes sometimes? I had two different ideas but they seem to have combined into one. I don’t know if it works but it was strangely easy to write. Just some things that have been in my mind since I’ve put up our tree. Also, the “globe” is not only supposed to describe the ornament but also the globe as in the Earth.
Writing 101, Day 2: Reflections
Reflections are not limited to non-living objects. Our bodies reflect our internal health and our clothes reflect our lifestyle. We also reflect internally upon our world, our physical state, or on ideas bouncing around inside our skulls.
Clear or distorted, in your poem today tell us something about the reflections you see — in the world or in yourself.
Today’s prompt is thanks to Melinda Kucsera!
[Image by Tiramung]