trois cent soixante cinq jours
that have been spent by each and everyone,
blue sky, rain clouds, every where under
the same sun,
the same sun, day in and day out,
rise to set to rise
AGAIN.
so dark right now I sit at my desk and
see only me in the reflection of this
window in the co-pilot seat
dog at my feet,
she has my back, nose toward the door,
nothing comes in without her noticing
oh where was I,
so many places already have welcomed
2014,
so much traffic on the the boulevard,
sirens singing there urgent call,
get to your parties, get off the streets,
be safe, be wary
fire crackers,
fire works, you bet it does,
the stars will never be so close
until they explode above our heads, nearby
next year is nearly here so close, nearby
friends few, family too, nearby,
God bless all of you, nearby
tangle of lives, tangle of signal,
tangle of words, emotions mingle,
oh to be cold to it all then only death, would await nearby
that is not how the old leaves and turn color,
and the new arrives very soon in Yonkers,
which is not very close or nearby,
this year has been an education, by any measure,
these poems all, quatre cent quatre vingt deux
que j'ai ecrit en 2013 has been that pressure,
valve or release and meagre creativity, nearby
close at hand,
to prepare
the soil, to let me toil,
as I wrestle and roil with sentiments
instead of sediment, nearby.
©DWE122013(finale)
Thank you encouragers of hello poetry,
I do consider myself a poet, just trying to write my first poem,
your reads, your energy, your poetry, your lives
all shared, thank you for entrusting me with the ugly and the beauty,
I hope you all know, that we each bring reason to the others rhymes,
and there are no posers when it comes to prose, how can you fake a soul?
