Scooby & Garfield on my lap & my Christmas toes...
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Burning the Old Year
Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.
So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers.
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.
Naomi Shihab Nye, “Burning the Old Year” from Words Under the Words: Selected Poems (Portland, Oregon: Far Corner Books, 1995).
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Scooby Doo with his long arms, napping on his couch...
May your 2021 be filled with joy, peace, health and happiness.
From: “Little Gidding”
Amen & Hallelujah!!!
Wonderful post, Marion! Happy New Year!!! 💙
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kelly! Happy New Year to you, too. I appreciate your friendship! ❤️🎈🌻
ReplyDeleteWe live in hope of a much better year starting today.
ReplyDeleteAll the very best to you, Marion. xx
Thank you, Philip! I’m working up my courage for a hip replacement this year. 🥺😬
ReplyDeleteAnd blessings and life’s very best to you, sweet Philip. I appreciate you! xo