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New Year's Eve
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inner workings It's New year's eve
11:59pm.
In a minute
The world will start again.
What can I promise to do this year?
What empty words can I send out?
Maybe I'll lose 20 pounds,
Maybe I'll start excercising again.
Maybe I'll go back to school.
And fail
and fail
and...fail.
Time freezes and
I'm stuck between years.
If I don't resolve to change
does that mean the year won't?
Frantic,
I am becoming.
I look up
at your smiling face
another day
another time
Your heart was broken once
So you shattered mine.
Years between then
and now
One more now
if I could only
let it pass.
A promise to myself
A promise to the world
A promise...
I shut my eyes
I hear the clock striking twelve.
There is screaming in the streets.
This year I maybe
I'll forgive you.
this poem is a precursor
to a sacrificed self, with the declaration of specific, concrete, vivid visual images with a recurring theme.
It is the poets’ expression of rhetorical device which, the metaphor of a clock ticking, is her heart beating in this personal, poetic, meaning of time.
The poet, is expressing to us her heart at the peak of unbearable intensity.
A vulnerability, to time, and heartfelt anguish.
I'm stuck between years.
If I don't resolve to change
does that mean the year won't?
Initially being overwhelmed by repetition, but still seeking the "time" or moreover the "moment" of forgiveness to forgive or to be forgiven...
I hope you've learned that we need to forgive ourselves first and foremost...
keep writing
you are well versed in the powerful and creativitive imagination which is vitally important to understanding the heart...
Peace
Dylan
PS
I hope you share something more recent...
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot