Thoughts on the New Year
Time is an arbitrary choosing; we are losing
eternity. We rhyme, rhyme each year
in echo of the last, hoping that the
one syllable difference will
in time free us from the habits
of our every-day selves which daily
disappoint. We,we see what we wish to,
unmaking promises that last year were new,
as free as the winged beast that heaves itself
into the sky and has, has at dusky peak and
clouded clime found his prison.
Poet's Note: Ah, I've missed this. This is my first posted response to the Poets on the Page . I've sort of gone off the rails on the prompt. We were supposed to put our writing resolutions into a Mirror Sestet...which is insanely hard. As you can see, I went off on a tangent. I was thinking about the New Year, all the resolutions that are still firming themselves in my head, all the resolutions I've made and broken in the past...and this is what came out. I started out trying for the Mirror Sestet but couldn't get the last rhyme...and then the spacing looked funky...so I broke the lines where best pleased my eye...and I don't think it's much of a Mirror Sestet any more...maybe a Broken Mirror Sestet? Lol!
Seriously...my writing resolutions for the New Year?
1. To finish a novel. I have multiple "in-progress" projects. I need to finish one of them.
2. To write more poetry. I'd like to average 3 new poems a week.