Ruth hosts our Poetry Friday today at her blog, There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town. Thanks to Ruth, we can all enter the new year in grand celebration, of Naomi Shihab's wise words, "so little is a stone" and Jane Kenyon's bringing of happiness, no matter the drought of it, of Haiti's celebration with pumpkin soup, so much to smile over.
My neighborhood is celebrating the new year together through lighting luminaries this year at twilight on Friday. It's a lovely way for us to be together without "being together".
I wrote a really long poem about this past year, the first of a new decade, one we all were excited to welcome. The year wasn't quite what we expected and my poem turned out rather bleak. Like the year, however, there were things to smile about as well as frown. I cut it down to what I want to remember. What would you put into such a poem?
Quotes I lived by:
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." Oscar Wilde
"Let's just muddle through today. That's what I say. We can't take care of tomorrow until it gets here." Elizabeth George
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice.” T.S. Eliot
The Way We Were
January – welcome new decade,
delicious tastes ahead
February - sweet candy hearts
say “sweet love” and (not-to-be) “hug me”
March - blew in with ballast:
news that lied, “over by Easter”
April – Easter echoed: no church,
no gatherings, no Peeps
May – mighty wifi went viral,
mortarboards flung on Zoom (sometimes at Zoom)
June – tiny openings, disinfectants reigned,
sunshine brought vitamin D enthusiasts
July – no travel, no beach, continued “Nays”
forest fires - “Yeas”, breaths-challenged tragedies
August – disgusting decisions: schools opened;
no, they didn’t; yes, they did. . .no
September – trees falter, desk orders rise,
#amwalking hashtags and leaf poems burgeon
October – outside beauty, inside birthday
ending with Halloween’s silent doorbells
November – election delight, but waiting, waiting
Thanksgiving smaller, gratitude for wellness bigger
December – No carols sung in Malls, USPS tries,
mask-ful Christmas,
No matter! Bells may now be rung.
Linda Baie ©
Wishing the Happiest of the New Year to you and yours!