Happy New Year...
In the coming year
May you be
Blest with
Thoughts to share
A Dictionary and thesaurus
And Reference
Nearby
Papers to write on
And napkins too
Pens and pencils
An eraser or two
A good book  
Of poetry
Rumi will do
Laughter and sadness
Will play a big part
Keep open your hearts
And let yourself go
May you have words
And best of health
Thank you for touching
Me
And touching
The world
Happy New Year

Such beauty in
The morning sky
Waking me to wintry
Colors of pale blues
And pinks
Dancing through my
Window
Such a display
Of colors
High above
While geese hunting
For food
Perhaps unaware
Of here below.

You walked across me
As if walking on
An icy pond
Ready to crack
Throwing words
Of bitter cold
Into the sharp
Bitter wind
Seasons come and go
Ready for change
But death
Has already
Taken place

Every day she walked
Trailing people she loves
Wishing they’d look back
Give her a glance
Or stop for a little while
Though they never did
So she begun to collect scraps
Like pieces they left over
Or trash they throw at her
Useless little things
That she kept as mementos
For when she goes to sleep
Because she believes
Its a little better
To have a piece of them
Than nothing at all

My treasures are few
Books to read stories to share
And also there's you

Words upon words
Racing around
My head
Ready to write
Words get caught
In the dust of
A poetic limbo
Where nothing
Can be
Found

We all have an
Artistic flare
Some with words
While others paint
With colors
Songs written
Voices heard
Others make
You laugh
Or even cry
Some can touch
You
With words
Or a sympathetic
Hand
Everyone is an
Artist
With a different canvas
To paint on
Everyone has their
Own Style



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