New Year Musings

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100101

NEW-YEAR DAWN

Some suns
(of course, there’s only one)
appear
at start of day or year
so loud.
BOOM! quite bright
and rowdy.

I’m enamored of today’s
and proud.
It gently burned its way
through overlays
of cloud.


SECOND HELPINGS

A word’s a tool
to help you think,
and it has tools
like pen and ink.


A HOT NEW YEAR!

Party early! Party late!
Dance! Have fun!

January one—
New Year’s come.
Mama’s got a hot new date!


SOURCE MATERIAL

If I asked my muse
for a music score,
or novel, or sitcom script,
would she roar
with laughter
or fury—
then slam the door?

Maybe
she would kiss me.

All I know, so far,
is she gives me
what she gives me.


SENSITIVE

“Emma!”
I call to our blind kitty,
“It’s a new year—
can you tell?”

“Oh, Mom!”
her posture replies,
“I can’t even tell
if it’s a new day.”

For a split second,
I believe her.


(20)10: 01/01

This date
looks like
binary code:
100101.

So let me
make this
poem brief
(no ode):

“100101”
Okay, I’m done.


MUSE ENTHUSED

The Muse you choose—
No, it’s a mutual thing!
One’s the pong to the other’s ping.

Sometimes you’re carping
on your Muse’s ways.
Sometimes she’s harping
on your own delays.

Sometimes you’re waiting
at your Muse’s door.
Sometimes she’s pacing
your draft-strewn floor.

Be there for her, the Muse you choose.
You don’t want your Muse to snooze!

[ASIDE: Thank you, Muse, for nixing “ding-dong” as the
source of the word-pair in the third line of this poem.]


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