Yet Another
The sounds of last year fights
The eve of New Year;
Booming noises, sparkling lights,
Questions arise,
As sounds of last year fights:
With our hope spirits,
Will it be better even if in slight?
Pondering is always the mood;
As this margin in time so slight,
Becomes the reality of yet another,
For sounds of last year fights.
© gillena cox 2025
I like how this poem has taken us to the margins of time, between the new and the old year. Shame about the fighting.
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So true, Gillena. Those sounds still echo, past the margin of old and new. We can only hope and ponder as "questions arise." Love how you captured the mood of the photo too!
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We can only hope and pray, Gillena. This is such a poignant depiction about the margin of the past and the present 🩷🩷
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I fear the last years fights will continue....
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That small window of perspective. Your poem really captures this fleeting feeling of ending and beginning so perfectly. Wonderful, Gillena.
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I agree with the message, beautifully delivered.
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You capture that fleeting time, between then and now, so well, Gillena! 🤗
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, Gillena! The sounds of the fights only change if the people choose to stop fighting.
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