Holiday Ashes

On Christmas evening

Sitting in shattered silence

Among the gray remains

Of a vibrant, happy, home

Longing for that bygone joy.


Bitter is the bite,

The pungent, ashen, odor

Clouding memories.


Is there some small thing,

A word, phrase, a memory,

Some hopeful spark

To rekindle lost color,

Illuminate this dolor?


Your Pardon


Do we shatter

All hope of pleasant harmony

With deception, half truth, evasion

Dancing around the eggshells

As land mines


Could we

Not, instead of this,

Acknowledge fears, wishes, hopes

Moving in the dark

Could we