Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Advent

I found the tracks
in the deep snow
between the trees.

In spite of facts
we did not know,
but prophet sees.

No one answers
as we waited
to feast or drink.

Watching dancers
breathless, baited
to float or sink.

Back surrounded
at the table,
a baby cries.

All dumbfounded:
not a fable.
Belief defies.


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This poem was written in response to this week's The Speakeasy prompt.  The first line and picture above were given as inspiration to write fiction or poetry.  This is my first poetic entry.  Constructive criticism appreciated.  Click on the button below to read the other fabulous writers who are hanging out there this time around.

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12 comments:

  1. Your poem is so meaningful and nice.Thank you Kristin.

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    1. I am glad it meant something to you.

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  2. Wonderful poem, and perfect for the season. Jesus' story has been on my mind today. Last night I stayed up way too late after getting hooked on the 2-hour segment of Bible on the History channel. It was so tragic and disturbing, highlighting both the best and worst of mankind. (By tonight, I may regret only securing four hours of sleep.)

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    1. Thank you. Fun to hear it was somewhat timely for you. The life of Christ will always challenge me. It is full of tragedy and hope which is still unfolding today.

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  3. This is so gorgeous, Kristin! I love the structure and the rhythm you chose. Beautifully done!

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    1. Thank you, Suzanne. Your comments mean a lot.

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  4. A really wonderful take on the prompt, great job.

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    1. Thanks. I am a bit surprise I am the only poem so far. It screamed poem to me (and I never write poems!)

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