Even if each ending that rips time
Creates a demarcation, a space
For something new.
*
Today I want to change.
I want to accept that the past
Leaves good and bad traces,
Like the wrinkles of time
On our faces, the maps
Of what we've lived,
Perhaps of what we've learned.
*
Every day is day 1.
Calendars lie, as if
A number can contain
Each huge and tiny wave
Of the ocean.
*
On day 1
I want to approach life
As if my thoughts, my eyes,
My skin, my organs, my face,
My arms, my hands
And YOU
Are wrapped in one heart.
*
Each day 1
May we live the way
A good, strong
Healthy heart
Beats.
Happy New Year!
(For Poets United.)
Positive and hopeful, and a way to move forward through our Day 1's, my friend. Well said. Lovely to reads you just before I head out the door through the mountains to the beach. Am praying for good roads.
ReplyDeleteA lovely spin.
ReplyDeleteMay we all live that way. Always.
I resonate so strongly with the emotions stirring in this beautiful poem, Myrna. May the new year bring peace and happiness for us all. Amen.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
This sounds like a lovely plan - a thoughtful and thought provoking piece, Myrna.
ReplyDeleteNeed all that positive energy for sure! Happy new year!
ReplyDelete'Every day is day 1' reads like such an inspiring quote...i could live by it forever...Happy New Year Myrna :)
ReplyDeleteI think seeing each day as the first day seems valuable - i hope that each new one brings you some light
ReplyDeleteI agree with what you write. Here's to day 1.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Yes, calendars are artificial devices we invented. (Originally we just wanted to mark the changing seasons, as reference points.) I like the idea that every day can be Day 1 – which of course is truly how it is.
ReplyDeletei like the positve message in this poem, especially the imagery of strophe #3.
ReplyDeletemay each day be filled with light. :)
I'll take all the positive words, phrases and poems I can get!
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