They play Auld Lang Syne somewhere
The neighbours lustily shriek at the Cinderella hour
I position a New Desk top calendar on the table
Unread messages gleam on my cellphone in orange
So some pharma company has wished me good health
Another text tempts me with a winter sale.
And there rests the turquoise scarf gifted to me in a summer of passion
And a boarding pass in a frayed book
The first of January is made of such things
Things to hold on to
And things to simply let go!!!
An engaging,beautifully -crafted narrative.
Thanks a lot Vijay.
An otherwise routinely observational piece takes on added significance with the author’s inimitable incisive and pithy poetic acumen.
Thanks Louis. The year end and the New Year does things to most of us and I am no exception.
Always a pleasure to write on this platform.
Can visualize the narrative,the title of the poem lead me to read it.
That is a big compliment Sangeeta. Titles can sometimes take a poem to a different level. Thanks.