For Christmas, a Poem

And so, I was writing and looked down as I wrote. I’m working on a few things. I spend a lot of time typing. I even type out all my lyrics immediately. I tend to forget and so I like to keep everything organized in writing.

Those are sexy hands – Photo by Sora Shimazaki on Pexels.com

Do you all type a lot? I think since I’ve been typing since a teen my speed is probably around 80 or 100 wpm. I could be wrong. I don’t know. I haven’t timed my typing in a long time.

All this leads up to my poem that I wrote. Well, I guess you can read and guess what I wrote about.

Hands of Creation

Watching as they type

Unrecognizable and small

Purples, blues, and green, running along the side of bone

Bones thin, muscles in between

These are the hands of a musician

Hands of a writer of lyrics and prose

All flowing from the mind to the arm

Along the pathway, not always strong

Fingers tapping along the buttons

All lettered and numbered

Struck lightly or harsh

Depending on speed

And then each thought over phrase

Every thought over word

For you all to read, or to be heard

The hands are the instruments that play

Whether the instrument or the keys

And then we all listen

Or we quietly read

The creation of the digits

Okay, so, I was also listening to music. Of course. I’m one of those people that don’t do well in silence. I’ve been told to spend more time meditating.

Meditation for me… is music. I guess.

Anyway, since it’s Christmas day I’ll place another Christmas song for you all to enjoy. My three favorites have already been placed here, I think. Last Christmas (only the Wham version is good), A Christmas Waltz (Nancy Wilson recorded my favorite version), and The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole. I’m sure these three are on the top of most Christmas lists.

But for today, I’m going to place a choral that I love. When I was a young music major I loved singing Carol of the Bells with the choir. When you were a music major you were always in a choir. I spent a lot of time in that middle row as part of the second alto section. Please enjoy one of my fave versions.

It’s such a quiet day outside. My Christmas has been… well, quiet. Depressing? Sad? Touching upon horrid? I don’t know how to place it, but I hope you all are having a great Christmas day. Seriously, I hope you all are having a good Christmas. It should be a happy day.

Take care everyone. 🙂

2 thoughts on “For Christmas, a Poem

  1. Christmas in my house was also quieter than ever, but with 3 kids it’s never REALLY quiet. My Christmas’s were always full of family, surrounded by at least 35-40 people…
    This year I finally had a reason not to stress over the holidays. My anxiety is normally extremely high. Not having to make that decision of being the “bad person” and saying I don’t want to see my sister (which didn’t go over well last year lol). This year it really was a fairly happy day 🙂

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