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by whimsicaldeb » November 22nd, 2006, 9:13 pm
Doreen's Thanksgiving Poem - 2005
I.
This Time is different.
This Time is different.
There is the Giving
Of Thanks, there is the
Thanks for the Giving;
There is the Living Thank You.
The Thanks, Living,
Giving the day
A deep sigh of Ever.
There is the Never,
Absolved and done,
The Here Now won;
There is the Coming Home,
Loam receptive to believing.
There is the leaving behind
And the finding.
There is the Tome
Being written,
The binding being
Typeset.
There is the
No Regrets, the
Hasn't Happened Yets, the
Fire. There is Inspired Breathing,
Art in Voice. There is Choice and
Victory. This Time is different,
Each second eternal, each
Thanks, Giving air.
This Time is different,
There is Hope.
There is a Father singing.
There is a Brother bringing
Friendship. There is a Husband
Soon known. There is a son yearning.
There is a daughter grateful.
There is the burning of Desire.
There are Fateful Designs and
Signs from Heaven shown.
This Time is different, the
Thanks Giving brilliant,
Resilient in its harvest.
Reaping Belief.
II.
what can I say about giving thanks? can i wax
the candle dim, trimmed from the top after the dripping
of a gift? what can i possibly form or create or sate the possible
literary content? is there any way to represent
thankfulness? this is the harvest and feast.
i please myself with what is true.
i thank you for you.
there is deciduous greenery.
sometimes the scenery is dismal.
light, this time of year, becomes dim.
greys take away mornings with wonder.
there is no thunder
which preceeds
a snowstorm.
and yet
there are norms
opposed by eccentric whims,
forms of fluid responses within
dreamscapes brushed with the wet
sense of a touch of sable, capable of
bringing buildings down.
and then there is the sound
when hitting
ground
zero is
clearly echoed
while we are running neck to neck
with ourselves, racing to catch up
i am thankful
there is a silver or gold
or pewter or plastic
cup to win
i am just at the beginning
of my brave adventure.
i am thankful for the road.
i am thankful for the journey, telling and told.
i am thankful for the young, thankful for the old.
i am thankful for wisdom and brief revelry
of praise. i am thankfrul for amazing
woodwinds and piccalos. i am thankful
for piano, thankful for my daughter's hand
in mine, walking in line back to front,
not looking, moving forward on ice.
twice the sun
has taken me in eclipse
and yet i thank the dawning
and yet i thank the dawning
and yet i thank
the miracle
of chess
oh how friends can come and go and yes
i thank the wind for making it so
and finally i am seen
finally i am whole
i thank the goodness of
the giving told that i could
posssibly be
a recipient
of such praise
i am amazed
and thank the earth
for birth, each phase of it
i hope
to phrase
with prayer
there is nothing to believe
anywhere unless you believe
the sky can capture you
i am raptured
with the True
Fuse of fervent yes.
and if you haven't guessed yet,
i'll spell it out for you
i am in
thanks
giving
thanks
for you
