NEW YEAR,By Louise Annrino,January 2013
There are no new years,
recycled ones perhaps,
fragments of our memory lapse.
We separate our plastic smiles
from the newspapers journalling
our recent trials.
Our emptied bins grow bitter
with cast-offs and litter
of what we never needed or wanted.
Resolutions fail to impress,
and lacking duress,
wander along our lost history.
Are we lost then, empty and alone
self-formed clay thoughtlessly left out to dry,
hardened into stone?
No, we are stronger building blocks
for a new year of growth and art
which can support those we hold near our heart.
Thus, we celebrate through a long,dark night
with friends and family by our side,
all we hope to be and have become,with gratitude and pride.
annarino writes 