"Poem
for the New Year 2005"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Sunday, January 16, 7:50 a.m. pst
Reading
my life like a tattered book of dreams, missing fragments overwhelm,
intensify it seems
Another year, another tear, shed till the tears won't come, and if
you read between the lines, the story won't be done.
The lines on the page, seldom mellow with age, and the mirror shows
blotches and creases
Another old song, this one won't last as long, and the memory trails
till it ceases
I begin
with a message, replayed in my head, undermining happiness, a portent
of past dread
Alone arrival, another revival, resilient, repeated rewound, and when
the mouth will open wide, out comes not a sound
Calamity and destruction are the daily interruption, and the meaning
gets lost in the weather
One life comprehends, as realization descends, that understanding
is the region of nether
With misdirection
sublime in the extreme, I stumble towards tomorrow as if in a waking
dream
Another year, another fear, falls till the brave mind wanders, and
as the mind begins to fade, a fleeting sense of wonder
Will underwhelm reasons, that pass with the seasons, feeling restless
and littered with doubt
The soul finds it's voice, it just won't have a choice, the cry starts
as a silent soft shout
Reviewing
my year as a battered look at life, pages in the dust, and mirrors
pointing at past strife
The thoughts coalesce, less or more, more or less, and sometimes thoughts
spill out with ease, a hopeful sweet caress
The lines intertwine, and they're failing to rhyme, but the mindthoughts
are fertile and bursting
Another year passes, fleeting, faster, and fastest, I'm never sated
for lack of the thirsting
Poetry
2005
