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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