I See the Words as Sparrows

i see the words as sparrows

which cannot reach the ground

stuck in trees like arrows

feathers all tucked and bound

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Stopping so Suddenly

stopping so suddenly my brain crashed

i stood there woodenly impulses smashed

then a dog

piddled

and my leg warmed

i felt so

little

and so alarmed

i heard a butterfly swooning

saw it crash on the lea

i stood there mooning

it could have been me

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Each year, I write something for Christmas. Sometimes I like the result, sometimes not. The big problem for me is, all the cliches and nice phrases are overworked by thousands of writers and would-be writers. It's hard to get beyond that and still sound "Christmasy." The following may or may not be subject to revision, pending further review.

"My Gift For You Will Be"

written with Tony Bennet's voice in my ear

My gift to you will be

More than a prize

Underneath a Christmas tree

Wise and wonderful bride

A star will take us

On a magical ride

Soon you will see

The world below us will be

A jewel in the mist

O’er it we pause

Shocking Mister Claus

With a long lover’s kiss

My love for you will be

More than a prize

More than a prize