Empty Hearts, Empty Stockings

Empty Hearts

On a brisk December morning

Children dreamt of  Holiday delights

A vile storm was brewing

To extinguish 27 lights

Little sisters with their new clothes

Little boys in wintry white

A storm thick was waiting

To extinguish 27 lights

The end of a new day

Who could see the darkest spite

A storm now was ready

To extinguish 27 lights

As the stars are just dawning

Look up high in the night

They are singing others playing

Missed, Precious 27  lights

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Empty Stockings

27 stockings hung

My empty heart

Joins you on the pyre

Feelings  are  completely rung

no hope of life’s gift

of  your  love I am bereft

perhaps…

If I flung

myself  before  finality  did  start

into memory’s  fire

flames would purify and lift

casting this pain adrift

…alas

No presents slung

On Santa’s jolly  cart

can satisfy under ache so dire

no happy hugs to sift

this cold pale Christmas

~ Leslie Moon

© Copyright 2012 Leslie Moon. All Rights Reserved.

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15 thoughts on “Empty Hearts, Empty Stockings

  1. There are those who have lost loved ones this year and are aching over the loss. We think of Sandy Hook and we can make little sense of the loss of these dear people. The greatest darkness resides in a heart that can destroy innocence.

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    1. As I wrote each piece I could see the 27 lights start to flicker feel the pain of stockings where no gifts would bring the child back to life

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  2. Such haunting, beautiful poetry, Leslie. A touching first post for the Damned. Our group is about horror and angst; the tragedy in Newtown goes beyond that, way, way beyond that. I wish you never had to write this. Regardless, a heart wrenching tribute only you can deliver.

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  3. I so feel your pain, moondustwriter. I have eight children, my youngest being four, and for something like this to befall them would totally crush me. Your words say it all: what needs to be said and shared.

    Blaze

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  4. It took me this long to read through this all the way to the end and be able to comment on it without having to push myself away from my computer. Your words are beautiful and poignant, which is so hard to create from such a mindless tragedy. Thank you for this.

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  5. Leslie, I would first like to apologize for the time it’s taken for me to get back here and post a comment on your first PEN piece. The one, two punch from that home-invading Santa ‘Claws’ and rotten Baby New Year combine to make this time of year the worst for me. But, I wanted to say that these rhymes are darkly beautiful. I have said before, and still maintain, that good poetry is one of the most difficult forms of creative expression. But your poetry is excellent! Your words have stayed with me since I first read them back on Christmas. You are a master at your craft. I am awed…

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