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Raw Beauty /A Christmas Poem

 A seasonally adjusted poem is my offering this week. I found a poem I had written during my time living and working in New York called Raw Beauty. It encapsulates a stranger's Christmas gift in the depths of a miserably cold day, in a rather dreary location. 
Inspired by Linda Mitchell's mash up poem last week, I decided to mash my poem with a short, evocative Christmas poem by UK poet, Wendy Cope. I enjoyed the weaving process.
Season's greetings all.
Vanderbilt Avenue bus shelter














Raw Beauty- A Christmas Poem
After Wendy Cope

At Christmas little children sing and merry bells jingle

I'm standing at the bus stop

On Vanderbilt Avenue

Stick trees line the street

Silent soldiers on a bleak avenue

 

In a feeble shelter

Three women stand

I huddle in my flimsy coat

Nearby

An icy wind

Rampant, raw

Slaps my face

With a bully’s rage

The cold winter air makes our hands and faces tingle

Above the wind

And the ugly song of the traffic

I hear whistling

Faint at first, yet familiar

Melodic carols

Carried higher than the street noise

Let heaven and angels sing!

And I  can see happy families go to church and cheerily they mingle

 

A man

Thin and whiskery

His winter cap at a jaunty angle

Leans against a wall of grungy graffiti

Whistling his selection of Christmas cheer

Beauty in the raw

Rising above the cacophony of cars and trucks

Rising, rising

Until I hear only the whistling man

His joyous carols a chorus for angels, kings and commuters

Soaring above the drabness of the day

His lilting air

Lifts me from the ordinary

I enter the bus

Determined to thank him

Because the whole business of Christmas is unbelievably dreadful, if you're single

 

So I do…

 Alan j Wright


It is Poetry Friday and our host on this occasion is Michelle Kogan artist, poet and writer. Michelle gives us a little peace and light and a golden Shovel Poem with a famous tag line. 

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  1. Irene Latham20 December 2025 at 00:02

    Thanks for sharing your Christmas memory as a mashup poem - cool! Merry Everything!

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    1. Alan j Wright20 December 2025 at 15:14

      Merry wishes back to you, Irene. It's a great memory to share.

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  2. Rose Cappelli20 December 2025 at 01:04

    Beautiful, Alan. Your poem reminds me of a woman I followed in the grocery store this week, humming a Christmas tune. There is beauty everywhere if we care to notice.

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    1. Alan j Wright20 December 2025 at 15:15

      Thanks, Rose. You're absolutely right. We keep looking and it's right there.

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  3. Anonymous20 December 2025 at 02:28

    Alan, your poem so beautifully captures the coldness and warmth of Christmas in Brooklyn. I love all of it, especially how the carols are "soaring above the drabness of the day." Thank you and Happy Holidays!!!

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    1. Alan j Wright20 December 2025 at 15:17

      Best wishes to you too. Brooklyn had such sweeping extremes, but i loved my time there, no doubt about it. I returned with a treasury of stories and poems.

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  4. Tabatha20 December 2025 at 07:27

    Really enjoyed your poem, Alan. I was right there with ya.

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    1. Alan j Wright20 December 2025 at 15:18

      Thanks, Tabatha. So glad you came along for the journey.

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  5. Linda B20 December 2025 at 09:47

    I ran into an old friend today at the grocery store, & we chatted and caught up, as one does, and also helped each other choose food and say things like "I love this, try it!" I love your mash-up of holding a special moment dear in your poem, Alan! It must have been a nice feeling to remember and to write! Merriest of Holiday wishes to you and yours!

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    1. Alan j Wright20 December 2025 at 15:21

      Running into old friends unexpectedly is always a joy. That busstop memory glows brightly, for sure, Linda. Wishing you all the joy and happiness that comes with the season.

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  6. Anonymous21 December 2025 at 00:09

    You lived and worked in NY? That's neat. I didn't know that. The raw there is oh, so intense in the winter. What a neat mash-up of holiday cheer against that dreary backdrop. I'm not sure why opposite feelings work for me in poetry but they do! Speaking of...great last line on this piece. It has layers of meaning. Love it!

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    1. Alan j Wright22 December 2025 at 14:15

      Thanks you for the kind response to my poem. Opposite or contrasting images and emotions do provide poets with rich terrain to explore. Glad you found pleasure in reading this poem.

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  7. Anonymous21 December 2025 at 08:18

    Cathy Stenquist-what a cool mashup poem, Alan. It was so descriptive. I felt like I was right there on the street feeling the cold air on my cheeks And all the sounds of winter. Well done! Merry Christmas!

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    1. Alan j Wright22 December 2025 at 14:16

      Thanks, Cathy. Hope you were rugged up while reading my winter offering. Merry Christmas to you too.

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  8. Michelle Kogan21 December 2025 at 11:34

    What a heart-felt-take on your Christmas poem, it really lights up from the inside and spreads all around, thanks for sharing it Alan! Merry Christmas to you and your family and Happy New Year!

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    1. Alan j Wright22 December 2025 at 14:17

      Thanks, Michelle and compliments of the season to you and family as well.

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  9. Karen Edmisten 21 December 2025 at 13:20

    Oh, that mash-up works so well! I felt the raw winter air, and the warmth of human connection.

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    1. Alan j Wright22 December 2025 at 14:20

      Thank you, Karen. Your observation of the contrast between the raw winter and the wamrth of the human connection is most gratifying. It was exactly that differential that inspired the writing of the poem.

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  10. Carol Varsalona23 December 2025 at 01:24

    Alan, the raw beauty and a NY state of mind is a lovely reflection on the landscape, people, and weather. Thanks for sharing your memories in your mashed up poem.

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    1. Alan j Wright23 December 2025 at 10:25

      Thank you, Carol for your kind and supportive response.

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  11. Patricia Franz23 December 2025 at 13:29

    Love "a chorus for angels, kings, and commuters" -- makes my heart tingle :)
    Thanks for sharing this, Alan. Happy Holidays!

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    1. Alan j Wright24 December 2025 at 13:37

      Thanks, Patricia. Heart tingles are good in my book. Happy and safe holidays to you too.

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  12. Mary Lee25 December 2025 at 01:20

    What a picture you painted with your woven words! Fantastic! Heart-touching!

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