"Poem
For the New Year 2008"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
01/09/07 6:20 a.m. pst
How many times must the circle go round?
Leaving kind memory rife with regretful abandon.
It arrived here before and it made not a sound.
Spinning ever so fast and so smoothly around again.
Before it
began turning, the circle was still.
Imprints of life's stamina shining from the surface.
With a short kick it began turning by it's will.
Spinning ever so fast doesn't seem as if it has a purpose.
Photographs
in mottled sepia fade askance.
Laughing children's voices echo through the mind's grottoes.
The circle asks not for a partner in it's dance.
Embrace or forget, it turns swiftly as life follows.
When the
circle spun so slowly during youth
Never would we stare or comb for answers
We would let it revolve with the stark unknown truth
Hidden in the fulcrum were the ghosts of time's harsh cancers
The circle
started spinning fast and fast and faster.
But life got in the way, and no one seemed to care.
Revolutions rounded clean life's celebration and disaster
Before we understood the circle rolled with brilliance and despair
Round and
round the bend of purpose and design
We lost the count of revolutions long ago and far away
Twas better in our youth to cast our eyes down as if blind
But now the circle seems to spin so fast it gets right in the way.
How many
times must the circle go round?
Really shouldn't ask but merely experience it's turnings.
Look into broken mirrors and straddle strong the ground
As time tarnished wisdom supplants youthful yearnings.
Poetry
2008
