With each New Year

Scene from New Year's street celebrations in Castries, Saint Lucia
Scene from New Year’s street celebrations in Castries, Saint Lucia 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With each New Year

Comes the birth of fresh resolutions, perspectives, and awakenings.

Forged from the furnace of life’s frailty,

They become implanted in the womb of expectation

To be nurtured and protected until full term or abortion.

Scene from New Year's street celebrations in Castries, Saint Lucia 2015
Scene from New Year’s street celebrations in Castries, Saint Lucia 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With each New Year

Comes the rebirth of past intentions not fulfilled.

How well-meaning, how bright they were.

In the promising glimmer of a New Year’s dawning

They had gleamed, dazzling, against the dew-fresh morning.

 

Scene from New Year's street celebrations in Castries, Saint Lucia 2015
Scene from New Year’s street celebrations in Castries, Saint Lucia 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With each New Year

Comes the remembrance of things past.

Those things that still haunt us, nurture us, drive us, or sustain us.

Bitter-sweet, poignant, or joyful—each thought brings

Images from the mind’s place of not-yet-forgotten things.

 

With each New Year

Comes ponderings on the present.

Family, job, money, a spouse or lover recently lost or taken,

A medley of contemplations irreversible

In the here and now of another cycle.

 

With each New Year

Comes questions about the future.

What of a son? A daughter? A house no longer blessed with laughter?

No answers here—only the silent stare of eternity

Repeatedly failing to allay the wellspring of anxiety.

 

With each New Year

Comes the development and decline of things.

The impetuousness of youth giving way to the sobriety of maturity;

Bonds of friendship being broken, formed, renewed, shaken;

Points of view that harden, define, refine, soften;

While time marches on.

 

With each New Year

Comes life unfolding.

Ever changing,

Ever the same.

Author’s note: The preceding was inspired by my favorite blogger. (She knows who she is.) Before this, I had stayed away from writing poems for more than thirty years.

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2 thoughts on “With each New Year”

  1. Hmmm… my comment didn’t post, so I’ll try again.

    I simply mentioned how much I enjoyed this post, and the poem. It has a realistic, even tone that I like. It’s personal without being sentimental, and it seems to embrace both past and future without resentment or anxiety.

    I had said that I liked the first photo, but I see it’s actually the second. It reminds me of the “devils” in Liberia.

    Happy New Year! Here’s to an ever more satisfying and creative 2015.

    1. You’re right about the “realistic, even tone”. I wrote something I thought that everyone could identify with. After all, as a human family, the emotions we experience are as familiar to us all as a smile or laughter.

      Happy New Year to you, too. I hope and pray that 2015 is bigger and better.

      Andrew

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