The smell of fresh pines
Tickle my olfactory memory;
Instantly everything shines
Everything comes back to me
My heart travels back to infancy
And recollect all the joy, the laughter,
All the colors of that day I see –
And watch happily as it remembers
Oh that scent of fresh pines
It is a time travel machine
That takes me and my mind
In a beautiful Christmas dream
Those magical moments return
And I forget about the pandemics
And of everything else that hurts
Of everything that adds to the ache mix
Then unfolds in front of my eyes
The gifts, the warmth of love
A festive ambiance of big size
Happiness, when I open our treasure trove
So let the magical spirit of December
Float inside of our tired heart
And might the pines make us remember
The Christmas of our childish heart.
For the two Christmas poems I wrote in 2018, and 2019, I was inspired by the contagious festive mood of the buzzing month of December; moved by the spirit of Christmas and New Year. But this time, it was a little bit difficult for me to come up with something positive, with something that might alleviate our stress concerning the state of the world, the brokenness of things, our uneasy feelings, covid-19, unemployments, and all of the fake news, and infos hidden to us, and everything else… and of everything else. Thus I thought about what mainly automatically triggers my remembrance of those good’ol days, and it was the smell of fresh pines.
So, merry Christmas to all of you. I hope that we all might enjoy this little moment of respite.
Merry Merry Christmas Merry Merry Christmas May joy shine like fine glass Inside of your festive hearts Filled, of ice cream dreams Merry Merry Christmas May you live the magic And let yourself be carried away By the loud amusing joy ride Merry Merry Christmas May the loving floating ambiance Regenerates your all whole As you remember your childish heart Merry Merry Christmas May all the x-mas poems songs and stories Find a way to your tired heart Touched, you're healed on the moment Merry Merry Christmas May all of your lonesome blues Shifts merrily to the sweet sound of Christmas While your gift - the contagious festive mood Merry Merry Christmas I write with joy, I write with hope Where all this festivity hue blind my eyes While I fly under the same sky as the child.
When the contagious festive mood inspires
I was not at all in the mood to celebrate; either did I ever planned to write a poem for Christmas day. But when today (it’s the 24th) I went with my children and husband to the shopping mall, something in the aura of this day inspired me to write this poem, which I’ll post tomorrow.
So, merry Christmas to all of you, and may the magic wand of Christmas gifts you happiness and inspiration, and might your heart revel inside of your childish memories.
A Christmas Verse The night starts to bloom Out from the somber And animates the celebration Of Christmas All spotlights flashes Green-red-black-white Hues of December festivity It is the night before Christmas And the Choir sings Chorus that warmth hearts While shop toys are filled With gathering crowds And pavements clustered Of happy hearts and minds Everybody's busy with the day While childish hearts Dream eyes wide open Of the bearded Santa Claus Saying Ho!Ho!Ho! In his sleigh replenished of gifts Pulled by majestic reindeers 25th December - The scent of pines And frou-frou ornaments Under - Gifts left by some kind of ghost.
The other day I went to a glass-painting workshop at the Mauritius glass gallery, where I have chosen this geometrical paperweight to paint a reindeer and a Christmas tree on it. Also, luckily for us the cyclone is gone, else it would have ruined the festivities.