new

 

 

 

New.

 

A small pithy three letter word,

And yet it brings with it,

Great promise, possibilities, growth,

Abundance,

And joys galore.

 

 

New.

 

 

A way of thought process,

That enriches,

Nourishes,

Revives,

Refreshes,

And LOVES.

 

 

The "new" year is about to make its entrance

Upon us all.

The year of the snake sheds its skin,

For us all,

So that we may experience the gravity

Of "new" hopes,

Joys,

Dreams,

Beginnings,

And yes, sorrows too.

 

 

I package the old and less hopeful

Dreams,

Joys,

And sorrows,

With love and care,

I tuck them into a safe shelter

With the promise of "new",

And I welcome the wonder and excitement

Of what the universe has in store for 

The coming days.

 

 

The memories of the old and torn pieces 

Remain forever glorious in their shining

Recollection,

As I carry them with me,

Forever

"New".

And when I reminisce

Upon their well worn edges,

Withered and frayed from 

The strain of creating the beauty of their possibilities

That will continue to evolve,

I will accept with open arms, 

The gifts they left behind

With new joy,

New hope,

New promise,

And new possibilities for them to grow into

All that makes this universe 

New...

Beautiful,

And worth living in.

 

 

New.

 

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SSmoothie's picture

I feel brand new* after

I feel brand new* after reading this excellently wise and giving piece! hugss great write!


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

bishu's picture

New....

Each day I scan the vastness of the ocean on which I sail

Trying from sunrise to sunset to perceive some change

Alas ! the morning and setting sun look almost the same

Makes me truly wonder if my fuzzy mind is playing a game

Sometimes I go to sleep and wake up at sunset and wonder

If it is sunset or sunrise? I look out for the fluttering sea birds

When I hear none I think it's  time I drowned in some  words

All days are the same at sea all nights the same on the ocean

Tiny ripples,violent storms are the only changes which I see

So I stop thinking of "New" and "Old" and just let things be

 

~Yaz~crazy~friend~forever~

 


©bishu 

 

nightlight1220's picture

Lovely, bishu. All around

Lovely, bishu.

 

All around us every second all things change,

And people have learned to

Fight,

Fight,

Fight,

To make sure they remain the same,

So they continue to play the game,

And by doing so,

Remain

Insane.

 

-peace-

 

..;-)


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

bishu's picture

Silent sentinels

The silent sentinels of the skies above

Changes ever so slowly for man to fathom

Astronomers say that stars move with time

But how is it we can't feel the movement?

The earth is moving -rotating and revolving

Oft I think which is the right side up

Then I ask people who call me names

Dear nightyliighty please don't play games!!


~Yaz~totally~insane~friend~holding~on~to~the~upside~down~earth Haw..haw..haw................... Go on gear up for Chrissy .......


©bishu 

 

cevance's picture

Inspirational - I enjoy the

Inspirational - I enjoy the newness of the moment. Nice! And it's new.

nightlight1220's picture

That is a good one.  The

That is a good one.  The newness of each moment. Ah...bliss. Leave it to Carl's romantic mind to remind be of such beauty. Thx for reading, love. 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

allets's picture

Newness

So much hope in there - a view turned to the future - new tech, new discoveries, and the oldie but goodies, joy and hope and promise. There is so much light here - Be well, Lady A


 

 

nightlight1220's picture

Yes... hope a must in the

Yes... hope a must in the pocketbook...always. thanks for reading M'lady A!!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "