Before the New Year

Goodbye, good-buying angels,
who see the last light of Christmas
fade with worn year’s end, crying
as the ball drops, accomplish
a sense of quiet evisceration, vying
for attention with their flutes airily

raised.  On ski slopes lapping up
the winter’s milk-white landscape,
a study in perspective, away from
the hustle and bustle of a ruckus
town, the landscape and the skier
are one. Houses have their icicles.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

after all the hustle and bustle of the shopping part of christmas, the material side of it...there is the quiet, the solitude, the landscape of beauty and the one person sharing it with nature.

the true meaning of christmas is still there if we can find it..

it's the perspective of it all...


this poem has brevity, and conciseness rolled into it...i believe less is more....
uncomplicated has thematic significance as much in what wasn't said as what was.
this is my favorite from you---
exceptional.

jacob

[Thyme13]

A wonderful beginning, I loved the word play of "Goodbye, good-buying" and the entire first stanza seems well crafted with word choice and imagery of the angels. The second stanza is where you lost me. To pull so suddenly, mid-line to the ski resort was a rough transition and the ending was a little strange. The note on icicles could be a great one if it had been brought up earlier on.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A Christmas tale told how it is. The frustration of such a lengthy hectic build up and shopping and then it is done leaving an empty feeling. The need to escape to tranquility and the real slopes of the season.
'Houses have their icicles' made me think of how quiet and insular we become at this time of year.

[Lizardo]

It's almost new year and its time to forget the past and be someone new for the new year.
Wonderful poem, I really like this one