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
or
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...
No, wait;
I've nothing new to say,
Rehash
The same tired image, meter, rhyme...
I write the way I must;
The words, they fail? This is my crime.
