"A
year of ending and beginning, a year of loss and finding and all of you
were with me through the storm. I drink your health, your wealth, your
fortune for long years to come, and I hope for many more days in which
we can gather like this. ~ C.J. Cherryh, Fortress of Eagles
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Capricorn zodiac sign, Jantar Mantar, Jaipur, India. 18th century CE.
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Midweek Motif ~ Year's End
I nearly left out the apostrophe to speak of Years Ends, but decided to stick with 2019, this year's end, full of trouble and joy, suspense and certainty.
Perhaps you will use your new poem to record the details. Perhaps you will use it to spread cheer and blessings. Perhaps you will write an ode to rest, and its role in creativity.
Your Challenge: Let's write to each other in this new poem about the end of 2019.
Perhaps you will use your new poem to record the details. Perhaps you will use it to spread cheer and blessings. Perhaps you will write an ode to rest, and its role in creativity.
Your Challenge: Let's write to each other in this new poem about the end of 2019.
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| Bouquet de roses by Suzanne Valadon (1936) |
I’ve hit the bottom
of my bag of discretion:
year’s end.
of my bag of discretion:
year’s end.
English version by Lucien Stryk and Takashi Ikemoto
Year’s end,
all corners
of this floating world, swept.
all corners
of this floating world, swept.
The Year (1910)
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the 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.
"Songs to aging children come / This is one"
Lyrics are HERE
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Best wishes for this year's end and the new years to come!
Best wishes for this year's end and the new years to come!
