Christ's Appendix

Christ's Appendix

Born in a desert

winter land,

we celebrate with

shiny, gaudy wrapping

paper tied

with rolling red ribbons

from a ruptured appendix;

a time bomb

set by society,

detonated

by foolish citizens.

After math.

Parents cast out

their young

while the children

burrow into their

rusty vehicles

under the bridge;

living ghosts

wondering

in the carcass

of a fallen city.

Before math.

Wooden wreathes

gathered from

ever green,

adorned with

pine cones;

hung on 

door steps

to guard

our gullible

babies.

Memories fade

as the ink

of a cuttlefish

fades from tattered

photographs;

sepia frames

our gilded age,

touched by a

blind epidemic.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

Christmas lost in the artificiality of modern day... Broken homes and broken hearts all can be found in front of our eyes... The church I go to is a school church and there are plenty of orphans who celebrate Christmas each and every year, many of them have actual parents but sadly they do not have any meaning to their parents... A very thought provoking write Ria... I guess spirituality is still alive in our hearts but the society is constantly trying to diminish it...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Vria P Crow]

Hello there Dhiman! Thank you for sharing your experiences. The way I look at it is that sometimes blood relatives are not everything. I myself was adopted by my aunt and uncle and I see them as my loving parents. I wrote this last year when I was without an income and frustrated. Therefore, I gave everyone sentimental sketches I drew for them.

[Inject Positivity]

I'm very glad you have found parental love in the form of your uncle and aunt my frnd... I lost my father when I was about 3 so I never got the chance to find father's love but my mom never let us feel his absence too much, with her love she guided us... I loved the inner message of this poem...

[Vria P Crow]

You are lucky to have a loving mother. It is not hard to be a single parent no matter what country you are in. Thank you again for reading!

[Valentine]

Some celebrate, others toss away their kids. Sad but true. Many little ones at the church I go to are being raised by foster homes, grandparent or single parent. Too many forget the reason for celebrating Christ Mass. His birth. Valentine

[Vria P Crow]

Thank you for reading! I agree with you. Personally, I am not a religious person but I am spiritual. I believe in more of a pagan tradition rather than Christianity despite the respect I have.

[1VJ]

Our desire for possessions is hardly ever suppressed in this materialistic society. Bad time of year for many, you've given it a whole new twist. Your poetic voice is intriguing to say the least. Kudos.

[Vria P Crow]

Thank you for reading and your compliments!

[Lyn Anderson]

Christmas. The dreaded time of year for adults -- wrapped in guilt and debt -- difficult to figure why we keep succumbing to the myth. For a person who says their grammar isn't good, you hide it well. And I am looking, I can't help myself.:)

[Vria P Crow]

HAHA Thank you. I study grammar to help my writing to make it more pleasant for editors. However, I do not edit poetry that much. The most I do is three times. I am happy you are a grammar Nazi because it honestly just annoys me at times because my mind processes fragments which is why poetry tends to my forte.

Did you know that Stephen King originally wrote just poetry? He said that it helped him with grammar in his prose. And now I crash from tea and sleep. Thanks for reading!

But yes, I cannot stand materialism. I am sentimental though and prefer priceless gifts.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the epidemic of materialism and how something so pure and beautiful and simple as Christmas turned into something so marketed and full of commercialism that we have blinded ourselves and lost the true meaning of love, life and the real spirit of the holidays...
every damn thing these days is a hallmark card.

your poetry is raw and beautiful, because you poetically make statements that need to be written and heard.

j.

[Vria P Crow]

Thank you! I appreciate the fact that you understood the poem for what it was even behind the figurative language.

[Coyote Poetry]

Very strong use of description Ria.
"Memories fade
as the ink
of a cuttlefish
fades from tattered
photographs;"
The above lines. I could write a epic poem from. Photos and memories can rebirth tears or laughter. The poem made the reader ponder many things. Thank you Ria for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Vria P Crow]

I am flattered that you took inspiration from it. I keep this in mind when I submit poetry for publication. I am a little lost because I do not know what to send out.

thank you for reading and your kind words.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Ria. Writer's goal. Make the reader think. You did.

[Christine Ann Wedo]

Hi hon, I love this also. such deep thinking. When did you write this? Did you read it at group?

[Vria P Crow]

Thank you! The date should be on here but I know it was awhile ago. I don't think I read this one. Evidently, I have many. :P Thanks for taking the time to read some of my work. I'll be sure to return the favor.