The magical sphere of glass,
in my grip depicting a scene I live daily.
Familiarity in my hands as I stand amidst
the little ones; wide-eyed and full of wonder.
I hold the ball aloft as they cheer wildly,
and I am mildly amused. Both hands
gently shake the globe; a mild spasm
causing pulsations, sending the elements
swirling, twirling and tumbling. Rumbling
and the snowflakes are released in the liquid void;
spacious and rare. It is there where we achieve
this weightless state, my reindeer and sleigh,
assume this Holiday enigma, more rapid than eagles
we fly across the frozen sky. And you’ll surely know
why…I am Santa Claus.
Oh, these beautiful words came at the most perfect time…..I was just sitting here feeling sad, and your words gave my heart and spirit such a lift and lightness; I know now that nothing else is more important to me in my life than words…….and, I Love Snow Globes…..
I love this one, Walt. This time of year is not usually a good time for me, but this poem is more than uplifting.
Fantastic poem, Walt! I like the images you describe here. 🙂
Of course. Wonderful. I never thought of a snow globe. I’m glad you did because you tell a wonderful story. Thank you.
Finally wrote my wordle, so I can make my rounds and read others…mine went in a very dark direction. I much prefer yours.
~Paula
12/14/11: “Stirred Not Shaken”: ……….OMG!!!!!!!!!!……….
Beautiful writing…
elemental pulsations
RE: 12/14/11: Walt, we (Santa too) are all a little slightly flawed, and “pobody’s nerfect”, which is what makes us absolutely, positively, wonderfully, Imperfectly PERFECT……….your Santa poems are lovingly magical!!!
12/15/11: “Eugene”: LOL!!! from a jeep-lovin’ woman!!!
Beautiful images, great poem!