Mystic Rose Rose Poet Free verse

Tinseled Moments of Love

Watching the festive tree light up the room I gladden 
like a tiding shifting  from the present moment to the past 
Remembering the happy smiles that grew upon our faces 
as the season approached with all its glitter and bustle 

Tinseled moments overlaid as memories turn golden  
by the fitted hugs of mom and dad and all I held so dear
Skies of reddish hue falling gently on the Christmas tree   
landing on a Child Of Love, nestled softly in a manger 

Breathing in the Hope, we sang with peppermint voices 
carefree as the wind that blew upon our Christmases  
As I recall the Christmastides of old I rejoice in the thought 
that the Christ of yesteryear, still still shines in me today. 

Written by: Vienna Bombardieri

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Jennifer Proxenos November 22, 2020 at 11:51 AM Hi Pixie - you describe Christmas exactly as I remember it and kept the tradition, love , the nativity, the tinsel, the joyous wrapping of gifts which brought everyone such surprises and most of all sitting down as a family to a festive Christmas lunch and pulling crackers and sprinkling love all over our home. I hope you Christmases are always blessed Pixie. Hugs, Jennifer.

Michelle Faulkner November 15, 2020 at 4:03 PM I love the sparkle and joy of the Christmas season in this, especially 'smiles that grew upon our faces' and 'we sang with peppermint voices' - may you have a festive holiday season :)

Gershon Wolf November 15, 2020 at 3:23 PM This is just wonderful, Pixie. May Christmas always be just so. Happiness and Light, Gershon

Newton Ranaweera November 12, 2020 at 2:52 PM A beautiful piece with great sensuous imagery, Pixie!!

Akkina Downing November 12, 2020 at 2:27 PM A beautiful treasure memory :)

Rico Leffanta November 12, 2020 at 11:55 AM One hopes your poem bodes better for Christmas than your name bodes for Vienna! Aloha! Rico

Anne-Lise Andresen November 12, 2020 at 10:29 AM - "we sang with peppermint voices" ... love this description, Pixie ... I can hear you sing :))) - A wonderful poem even though we are in November ...it will be a "weird" Christmas this year ... today the law says we can not have more than 3 guests ... (Coronavirus) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Mystic Rose Rose November 12, 2020 at 10:59 AM Yes dear Sunshine, its getting tighter here too, we had over 1500 cases today. all we can do is pray for a positive outcome somehow. The poem was written for next month, I write a poetry column for a newspaper, and it comes out every two months it won't be read until mid Dec. thanks for reading dear friend.

Silent One November 12, 2020 at 8:20 AM This is a lovely poem.. Mystic Rose Rose November 12, 2020 at 10:59 AM Thank you Silent One

Victor Buhagiar November 12, 2020 at 5:47 AM Next Christmas will be a day to rejoice in the Lord, but spent alone, Abandoned even in poetry. ~~ Mystic Rose Rose November 12, 2020 at 11:00 AM I pray that by Christmas we can still see our children, the way government is going, and the high numbers, we might be shut down by xmas, still I'm praying for better news.

Vijay Pandit November 12, 2020 at 4:24 AM Cherished festive memories, Vienna. This is a stunning write! Mystic Rose Rose November 12, 2020 at 11:01 AM Thank you Vijay, this Christmas is different, still we need to make a special effort to stay positive, regardless the virus climb.

Regina Mcintosh November 12, 2020 at 4:18 AM I love love love Christmas and your poem, dear friend. It's a blessing to read, as you are a blessing to know and love. God bless you always :) and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Love, Gina Mystic Rose Rose November 12, 2020 at 11:02 AM Dear Gina, I am thinking positive thoughts and praying baby Jesus, will bring the cure, for us all. xo