The New YearA Poem by Sami KhalilA message of cynicism as a wonderful poet suggested...The New Year by
Sami Khalil A positive message The New Year peeks through shortening shadows,
through the begrudgery of youthfulness. Seldom we see the imposter within us, striking poses,
or the critic, who is kept at bay. Time sits in judgement while nobody listens to its
mutterings. Seldom we hear the susurrus of tides, ebbing and
flowing. The New Year peeks through a prism of jaundiced
eyes, berating our blend of memories; those rambling attics. Same suits are worn for different occasions, same
roads are traversed towards dead ends. For what is the real name we give old wounds against
the emptiness of sunniest days, against the tyranny of dividing walls? We are bound in spirit, not in the print or
manifestos of dirty truths. We are the beggars trawling through the old bones,
the detritus of the past, salvaging what we can; broken selves and promises. There is nothing gained in failed revolutions, in
biting tongues of injustice. Home is victory where the fight and cargo belong,
the gossip of withheld truths, the fecundity of its spinning windmills. The New Year peeks through the thresholds of
silence, the ticking of grandfather clocks. It is time to reshuffle the cards,
to turn the tides, to recover lost bags, to rearrange the attics, in wit and
wisdom. If bodies can heal, spirits can too, along invisible
paths of sand and gravel, vines and weeds. © 2019 Sami KhalilReviews
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