New Years


I haven’t gotten used to the new

Maybe this verse, these clouds, this January

is driving me a little bit crazy,

this world

with all its years.


I get older and

a month is no longer

a month.

It is precious seconds

tied up in a tiny corner of my life.


Days went by so much

more slowly

when I was young enough not to know

how to write the date.


I get older and

a year is no longer

a year.

It is teardrops

I am trying

to hold



Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 1/8/19

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allets's picture

Bravo Write

The tallsquirrelgirl I remember. Well executed poem, for reading over and over Especially "This world/ with all its years." I admire a unique time image :)