Christmas Walk

What does Christmas mean to you?
Well
How much time is on the clock,
to get into this talk
for the Christmas walk?
No Santa sleighs and reindeer ways,
Let's start on the block.

Things will knock and riddims will pop,
Not a Christmas jam, but maybe some real spoon and pan.
Where the air brushes skin anew
Leaving the surroundings in full view.
Such different, cheerful, youthful moods.

Further up the street,
A place of light.
Painting the community with hopes of longevity,
giving kids prosperity and shaping the night.

Along the way,
neighbor labor finally rests on the porch.
Tis the season for socks, pots
scotch and thoughts.
Reminiscing the past fear,
bringing in the new year.
Too much loss for one chapter,
so much hope as we gather.

This space is too close to transport.

We’re home.
At present,
We present the presents,
exchanging smiles in the while
with the aim to get by.

Christmas,
A season, seasoned with ambiguous feelings.

What does Christmas mean to you?

Poetess

I am a poet.
I am a poetess.

The letters I write
weave to form the words of a poem.
The words I speak
lace themselves into my lifestyle.

The feeling,
lingers in the energies
of strangers who listen.
The impact,
teases the minds of critics
as they use the privy at night.
The thought,
hangs in the corner of the minds of those who pry.
Thus I, a poetess,
Assure that my words heal, soothe, ease-
in one way,
Touch, hurt, alter,
in another.

So as I stand here saying these lines,
hoping you feel them
Be them
embody them,
You hope that I can be your next Derek Walcott,
your next Maya Angelou.
But most importantly,
I hope that I can be
The Angella O’Brien.