Pressure and panic parcelled together,
Hurtling betwixt and
between in unison.
Passing oneself on the slow
return journey,
Yet running and leaping through
many rings.
This hectic season of the giving
and receiving,
Easy online purchases
cascade into mighty piles.
Remembering personal
proclivities and tastes,
Who is worthy of this
purchasing predicament.
In time, rapt with great
relief of done and dusted,
The twinkling lights of
festive spirit shine through.
December’s presence
fraught with best intentions,
Moods swing with
benevolent melancholic jingles.
©Copyright
Eileen T O’Neill 15/12/2013
the trials and tribulations of the season... something we are all familiar with I think...
ReplyDeleteEileen, your poem resonates with me. I understand the pressure and the panic, and I think we do it to ourselves each year. So true that we always have good intentions, but somehow we always fall into the same seasonal traps. I do wish for myself anyway I'd focus more on the 'twinkling lights of festive spirit' and forget about the rampant commercials.
ReplyDeleteI love this, Eileen, especially the relief when it is under control and one can just enjoy the season. I am there and it feels good! I ADORE that beautiful bright little bird at the top of your blog. She is so beautiful.
ReplyDeletedespite the predicaments twinkling lights sparkle....beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteOh Eileen this is absolutely lovely and something we can all relate to - so many mixes of emotions this time of year!
ReplyDeleteYou have captured the spirit and mood of December. It is a good, yet tough season.
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