I have realized that a blog is not for me. At least, writing too intimately about yourself is not for me. So now I plan to occasionally use this space for my poetry. Until yesterday I have not been writing poetry, which is almost inconceivable for someone who used to write daily- mind you whether it’s good or bad is a matter of indifference.
so here goes!
New Year’s Day
The snow on the ground,
a light dusting which will turn to ice,
is a canvas of hope.
Blankness, emptiness and a promise
of bright and cheerful tomorrows
to rescue the sorrows of yesterday.
Last year we buried our dead,
we buried some dreams,
perhaps even some ancient fears.
We toast to the what-ifs and to each other
as well; survival was laughter and
often shared tears.
The New Year is meticulously clean so far.
But know change will come
and loss
and love
and doubt
and dancing, maybe.
Smile now, close then open our eyes and go outside
and begin again.
