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Friday, January 2, 2015

Poetry Friday: A New Year Comes

Happy Poetry Friday! Boy, has it ever been a while since I've participated. There's no time in the universe like the start of a new year to turn our hearts back to poetry. Whatever else this year may have for us, let us all be able to say that it holds more poems. Read other people's poetry, sing your poetry, rap your inner poem, or write it out with ink but get that stuff out and into the universe.

I can't wait to share with you my goals, lists, inspirations and reading plans for the coming 12 months. I like almost nothing in life more than I like a brand new year. Lets read about how it feels, shall we:

The First Month

Just the barest tip of a velvet beginning:
A year that is pink and wobbly legged,
Newly opened and untouched with tears
Under its wings lie messages, wishes, prayers
All of them creased into its first tender embrace.
Remember how to greet it properly?
You must let it kiss you on the mouth.

Join other Poetry Friday participants as we make a giant list of poems: old and new from many bloggers this month over at The Miss Rhumphius Effect.

A mug of hot tea and a candle and the Poetry Friday list is my favorite way to spend a lazy Saturday morning. I wish you a year filled with umpteen lazy Saturdays and so many good things!



  1. Hello there Carlie! Have a Happy New Year - and glad to welcome you back to Poetry Friday. :)

  2. Thanks so much, Myra! Thanks for stopping by! Wonderful to be back in the groove.

  3. What fabulous sensory appeal in this poem, Carlie! I feel similarly about the new year and hope that yours unfolds beautifully.