The Tragic Tale of Christmas and Summer
as many years as they have been
as close as any dearest kin
as like in ways as twin to twin
They still loved from a distance.
but both held hope with every spin
of earth’s great clock, day out, day in
that they could over ages win
The calendar’s resistance.
yet time itself upheld the fate
that kept them coming always late
kept them on any mutual date
From standing face to face
though now for years they’ve never met
they vowed as one to always let
the common joy that children get
Feel as their lost embrace
Many of you have family and loved ones who are far away. My family is 3 time zones away and my brother lives so far away that when I talk to him today, he’s hearing me tomorrow. I think about things like this at night sometimes and posts pop into my head. This time I thought I’d write it down. So I wrote a deeply tragic :) poem about two of the things in my childhood that were so similar in how they made me feel (joy) that I thought they should be the closest of friends. Of course, it is impossible for them to be friends for many reasons, the least of which I have documented above.
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February 8, 2012 at 2:00 pm
167hours
Someone mentioned to me after they had read this that it also reminded them of other things in the world that are not the way we would like but they are not going to change and we have to accept it and make the best of it, as apparently, Christmas and Summer have. :) But Christmas and Summer (in my hemisphere) will never be able to get together.
I hadn’t really thought about that as I was writing this but I can see it.
The person unfortunately did not leave a comment – just told me over the phone but I think any responses you have will be read by that person.
February 8, 2012 at 8:18 pm
themerchantsdaughter
i’m thinking i like the poetry more than your TOP TEN most regrettable things. i’m also thinking i should stop picking on you for that list so you don’t grow up to be self-conscious of writing more listy blog entries. :)
February 8, 2012 at 10:56 pm
167hours
Hmmm I’ll have to consider writing more poetry. Either way, you sure are doing a lot of thinking. :)
February 11, 2012 at 7:20 am
Cheryl
I vote for adding poetry & not replacing the “listy” blogs. Both types of writing make my brain work to understand and with a stubborn brain like mine, working to understand is a good thing…
I LOVE the title of this poem…and I also finally confess it has taken me reading the poem, oh, 3 or 4? times before understand it. Yep, it’s been a long week.
February 13, 2012 at 1:52 pm
167hours
Yeah, that’s the mark of a good poem, right? No one understands it? :)
Thanks for your vote!
August 1, 2013 at 8:45 pm
Ian Tyrrell
“Of course, it is impossible for them to be friends for many reasons, the least of which I have documented above”
Unless, of course, you live in the Southern hemisphere, in which case the idea of a white Christmas is a distant dream. Christmas is for barbeques and swimming pools and lounging around trying to beat off the unrelenting heat ;)