“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Ode to New Year’s Eves



Others celebrate
the promise of a blank slate.
I watch from afar.

So am I jealous?
I most definitely am.
I want to party.

As I yearn to grasp
hope’s seductive promises,
loss appears instead.


Inspired by Wheelchair Kamikaze's
New Year's Eve Through MS Eyes


2 comments:

xaidw B said...

The blank slate has you writing again.
That is good news.
I've missed your poems.
Personally, I preferred the original line regarding a body part!!!

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Hilda, as I slowly emerge from my fog, poetry has once again begun to appear for me. Thank you for being a supportive reader.