Happy New Year, All! I wanted to write a New Year's poem and found myself falling into my natural way of writing, which I am certain grates on most modern readers' sensibilities. So, borrowing a form from Robert Herrick, who would die again if he knew it, and blaming Real Toads for the inspiration, here's my first poem, er apology, of 2013:
Criminal Admits Her Guilt
Vain Attempt to Write a New Year's Poem
The days, they fall away like dust,
Like stardust from my hand
That stains my palm with fiery ash,
Then scatters o'er the land...
I've nothing new to say,
The same tired image, meter, rhyme...
I write the way I must;
The words, they fail? This is my crime.