Happy New Year, Poetry Lovers.
Are we embracing 2022? Or shying away from it, fearing yet another blow from Lockdown? There seems to be tremendously mixed and tentative feelings about this very new year .
So, to counteract this trepidation, I have posted two pieces on the New Year.
The first you will see is pretty miserable but may remind us of New Year celebrations best forgotten.
The second is a much more positive piece, with optimism from that lovely talented poet, Trisha Broomfield. She cleverly sums up how we should be feeling
New Year Lament
Nylon underwear beneath
Worn for a New Year but
Yearning for midnight and
Escape from false exuberance
Aching to undress and get
Ready for bed
H Moulson 2021
Now this is Trisha’s, far more profound;
New Year Acrostic
Every person’s desire to
Will in a new and better
Year than the one before
Each one of us wishes to see sunshine
And smiles, to hear heart-warming words.
Return to the past? Why would you?