about doubt (the nine days of christmas day three)

i write these words for you, yet

i ask myself

do i write these words for you alone

i raise an image; a thin, merino wool cardigan

with its sleeve rolled back

to show off your suntanned arm

if i give these words and this image to you

should i ask myself

do i give these gifts for you alone

i recover a memory, from many thousands

yet i ask myself

will i always be able to recover memories for you alone

i project a vision, during meditation

your face, in bright moonlight and clouds

symbolic of the love i am being asked to give out

if i offer these memories and visions to you

should i ask myself

are these recoveries and projections for you alone

poems as prayers

from a non-religious person

yet someone trying to be

a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday

Christopher

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Dictionary

He said insidious, she said invidious, but couldn’t explain it

Now she says it means ‘you’ve got something hidden’

What is in that woodshed, what is going on

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lightness (the nine days of christmas day two)

out in the garden, to see grass, to see pebbles

to see the breeze wave through the apple tree

in the sunlight, on the day of the train’s arrival

after the beauty of late morning arising in love

poems as prayers

from a non-religious person

yet someone trying to be

a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday

Christopher

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The Jarvey

He put his arm around you, for the photograph, he stopped the trap to show off the mountains echo

He told of going away, across the seas, also of returning, with his German wife, to raise their Irish family

He projected of having to repeat the adventure, to pay for his children’s further education

His true, and moving story, of the lady gardener, who wrapped her plants in wool

Was contrasted well with the fable of the ingenious thief’s apprentice

He answered all we asked, with the swiftest of thought and word

He loved his Arabian horses, he loved them by being gentle

Caring and gentle, gentle, but firm, as also with his daughters

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without searching (the nine days of christmas day one)

i have no desire to know how things got here

neither do I seek out intellectual arguments

i do hope to be able to become so close that

i form temporary or permanent attachments

todays blue skies, friendships again reunited

tonight’s theatrical performance, with scripts 

by the lady who wrote Dinner Ladies, based on

voltaire’s book Candide; it is for the best; it is

poems as prayers

from a non-religious person

yet someone trying to be

a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday

Christopher

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