Burning the old year …. bringing in the new!!
letters swallow themselves in seconds.
notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.
so much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.
where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
i begin again with the smallest numbers.
quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things i didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.
– Naomi Shihab Nye, “Burning the Old Year“from Words Under Words: Selected Poems
Notes:
- Poem Source: Visual Poetry.
- Photograph: Isabelwith Burnt Love
- Related posts: Naomi Shihab Nye
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