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I cried
with my adoptive mother
is this it
greed trumps altruism
need we all suffer for the benefit of a few
yes she didnt say
as we held eachother in pain
this is just what we are given
let us hope
and never forget

Never celebrated Christmas till I became an over the road truck driver. After that I tried my best to celebrate Christmas on the road. The company would ask for volunteers for those loads that would keep a driver three thousand miles from home on Christmas day. I used tell the boss I volunteered so that drivers with children could be home for Christmas. That was my altruistic reason. In truth I was greedy for the sweet solitude of trucking on Christmas morning, I had the road to myself, even the C.B. radio was silent! Just me and the sound and the road and the view from windshield of star ship eighteen wheeler, a serene scene, as if I was intersecting the universe across all its spectrum, everything was passing through me, one with the road, my brain intersected by the horizontal plane of the the space time continuum I knew where I was, must have been something like a trucker's satori
I think?


sorry for the ramble I did have a point about memory, poetry is the best memory. that is why we have poetry so we never forget

thanks for writing the poem
it was inspiring

was going a long just fine- and i just said 'whatever'
then this snow hit-and i got that feeling again-
but i dont think this poem is about xmas at all-
competition and loss- coming together over the game
i guess it is best- that
the snow angels came- and busted up that crazy energy that was floating around before-
huh?

the snow angels came- and busted up that crazy energy that was floating around before-
huh?

did I tag another poem with some idiosyncratic off topic literal reading of it?. Sorry. For some reason I thought the poem was about women and their sons.
which is kind of like what Xmas is about too come to think of it.

But I now I think your take on it is closer to it.

son of the son please pardon the multiple replies, I don't know for sure what your poem was about, I just went with the spontaneous flow of thoughts I got from a first reading of it. I would not have replied to it if I did not think it was a very nice poem indeed. thank you for writing

triggers- when i hear this i see that
i cannot stand tv music-

I guess I am trigger happy cause I don't have a clue.

Still trucking no need to apologize, I ama shithead that takes and almost never gives on here. But internally, ywithin my mind I go over responses and appreciate them 100 percent. Creativesoul was right, it just happened to be on christmas when I was 17. I asked my mom why people can be so shitty, or something to that effect, and she said"i don't know", and we cried togther. I was listening to john lennon merryxmas/warisover. I played the song and cried as I wrote this.

You give plenty
thanks for being here and posting your poetry

i do not know what you define as giving- but i know- that you are and gave given of yourself- not to be confused with sainthood- gotta get out of this snow soon-- kauai anyone?