No flowers on his mantle

Just a poem about loneliness

Tis holly pricks the finger
that paints the berries red,
as winter weeps forever
frigid teardrops in his bed.

For no flowers warm his mantle
there is no love and care,
as no one comes to visit
even though he's always there.

His loves goes unriquited
for sweet ivy by the lane,
as dreams again of Christmas
open wounds and brings him pain.

Their love woven in bitter wreath,
lays dead and buried deep beneath.

Author's Note

Christmas is a lonely time for many

Reviews

[Hotwater]

An outstanding piece of poetry, and I guess you're right. Well written.
*bird*

[Raspberry Rebel]

Christmas just isn't the same anymore...it's lost its magic. I feel my loneliest at Christmas even though I'm surrounded by family...I just feel empty. This poem is sad hon...some people don't have anyone at Christmas or any other time of year, it's as though they become invisible. Thought provoking hon xxx

[Daytonight]

Christmas is not a happy time for me, esp as my family did not even come to visit this year.

[J Todd Underhill]

I know that Christmas is lonely for many, Hell I have come to loathe that time of year. I lost my First daughter on new years day 1995 and lost my mother 01/07 this year. Both events we marked by putting our decorations away. I figure if I don't take them out again the people I love will not die. I am a grinch, I own it and I am happy that there are summer celebrations like the 4th of July to be celebrated.