A New Year’s Thaw
A soggy lament
weeps in drips
melting ghosts
and sugarcoats
exposing every
telltale line
and wasted time
that pools like soured
Christmas cream
drowns me
in clichés
and sorrow
__________
Short days crimp
cramp my limbs
wind kicks loose
the gloss of December
clouds hang over
nagging dreams
shamed by glaring sun
__________
I’ve taken to bed
with a sickly poem
a hibernating bear
lumbering blue
with a growling stomach
it talks to the wall
to the low grade hum
of drum
January 2nd, 2011 11:53 am
I feel this way too!!
Love you xoxo
January 2nd, 2011 12:00 pm
I feel so out of the New Year bell ringing mainstream but my only way out of funk is through it. It’s amazing to me how a winter thaw after snow can make everything look so dirty.
January 2nd, 2011 1:44 pm
I should be so creative when not feeling well!!
January 2nd, 2011 7:28 pm
It was a homeopathic antidote. But I still had to wonder what the heck I was doing spending most of my day yesterday writing such a poem.
January 2nd, 2011 10:48 pm
Oh, no! You know, my stomach has been sort of queasy today as well… I would rather have a stuffy cold than a rumbly tummy. Hope you feel better soon!
January 3rd, 2011 12:20 pm
well let me add my current malaise to the mix and then we’ll have a party.
Colleen, I think your poem, like a photograph, is a slice of time; it’s real. If that’s your truth, it’s beautiful. I find it to be a moving poem, and I love how it gives me a peek into your mood and feelings for those brief moments.
Actually I think your poem is fantastic and I’m wishing I would have written it. I’m intrigued.
January 3rd, 2011 2:44 pm
That’s a great way to look at it, Becky, a slice of time being captured like a photograph. I feel it’s an ugly poem with some beauty within the ugliness. It was an accomplishment for me to stay with the feelings and NOT end it on a lighter note.
January 3rd, 2011 2:55 pm
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December 31st, 2015 1:08 am
[…] 9. I often feel somewhat depressed after the holidays, as this 2011 New Year’s poem attests to: A soggy lament / weeps in drips / melting ghosts / and sugarcoats / exposing every / telltale line / and wasted time / that pools like soured / Christmas cream / and drowns me / in clichés / and sorrow. – Read the poem, which was published in Floyd County Moonshine, in its entirety HERE. […]