The New Year, Mercilessly

 

I'm listening on Anna's dated,

old stereo:
The Songs of Leonard Cohen;

The Master Song,

a cat on my chest, vibrating, purring,

with the New Year, mercilessly, coming on,

the horses uneasy in the stable,

moving around inside their boxes,

heads raised,

the wind gusty out there,

the fire crackers rising like ghosts of war;

Leonard Cohen's voice flowing through the house,

tears rising in my eyes, for I don't know what,

ten minutes before midnight

on this farm in the northern wilderness;

I've lain by this window long enough”,

positioning myself

at the summit of all these memories,

while Anna and I and the animals break through

the barrier of Midnight,

falling out all over January's pale face

 





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-01 at 16:59

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
And yes, a Happy New Year.
2023-01-06


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
A sweet sadness, so well expressed.
2023-01-03


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A poem that seems both idealic and melancholic at the same time... it will resonate with a lot of people I'm sure, including myself and my wife who were with our two cats at the appointed hour. A few fireworks going off nearby, spooking the cats. There's a lot to love about this poem, Ingvar. Thank you for sharing.
Allen
2023-01-01