Christmas Sonnet
By David Tremayne-Smith
Conscience tells me the season has come around,
Here again, the ‘clock’ worked time for giving,
Rotating emotion, love of the pound,
Instead of really loving, we give in.
So much worthless money, blindly misspent,
Thrown away to boost the ego’s coffer,
Mechanically wrapped, of love not a scent,
Another meaningless, “ ‘special’ offer “,
Structured seasons breathe structured emotion,
Gifts plucked at random, with last-minute thought,
In a selfish, blinkered, mad commotion,
From ‘poisoned’ shelves, poison presents are sought,
This Christmas I give to you a sonnet,
Sorry, value can’t be placed upon it.
David is an avid language learner and trainer as well as a coach. He’s been living in Paris for 18 years and has recently acquired French nationality in addition to his British one.
You can find him on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/mamakin21/ where he posts beautiful pictures.
An acrostic sonnet. Pretty good.
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Thanks!!
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Such true words!!!! Black Friday sales start even earlier here in the US, images flashing across the news of people getting into fist fights over enormous televisions – the whole Christmas thing has just gotten out of hand!!!
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