You certainly started something, Ambreen! I actually wanted to write a positive poem about the theme, but the remembrance of quite some early New Years day mornings produced something quite different.

Borrowed from Reddit


dirty light

percolating through curtains

signals: too late for the new year;

with the truth of a headache

and thumping thirst

for sizzling hot coffee

a thought dizzies like an unsolved formula:

please,don’t let it be a memory

of the future again.

Inspired by the one line prompt of Ambreen Shabbir, of course thanking Kathy Jacobs and Harper Thorpe of the Chalkboard team.

Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Golden marriage. Grandfather. Pianist and micro poet. Dutch, European.

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