lamentations in the new yearA Poem by Krista Laraine
My neighbor has the Christmas lights
strung up around the big pine tree in his front yard. They are shining tonight, and it is the 7th of January. I had never noticed before that a few of them blink, but perhaps it is the wind. Why must he torment me? And I cannot seem to shut the curtains. I have taken mine down- the glass and all the memories. It is tradition that such things not be around after a year is new; when the time for peace is over- that elegant time of chambord and vodka tonics, of homes lit with hope, dulling the stars. Of kitchens filled with love, and preheated ovens. Gone with the hope of better things into that sweet night- that gentle void. Of ways unchosen and apart, if not for these distractions hanging on, these few persistant lights. © 2008 Krista Laraine |
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Added on February 7, 2008 Last Updated on October 19, 2008 AuthorKrista LaraineVTAboutThere is much to tell: there is much in my writing. If you want to know a bit about my personal life you can view my website. I hope you enjoy my poetry and other musings. Critiques and comments are e.. more..Writing
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