New Year

 

New Year

 

‘It’s nearly midnight!’

a drunken man shouts

 

and people feign excitement

5 4 3 2 1

 

another year

 

Shall we countdown to our deaths?

 

A man I can’t abide

approaches

extending a hand

woman

with florid face

broken veins

like vines

pouts for a kiss

 

December 2011

For my son, Joe, on his thirtieth birthday ►

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Glyn Pope

Sun 12th Feb 2012 18:16

I have to say this is probably my favourite poem of the ones I've written. You are so right MC, Stella and Cynthia - flat champagne and the pretence!

stella jones

Fri 10th Feb 2012 18:31


I detest New Years Parties for many reasons..You have captured the essence of why they are so rubbish.

I really like this Glyn :)

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winston plowes

Tue 24th Jan 2012 14:52

Loved this captured moment. I only really remember one enjoyable new years moment when I felt my daughter kick in her mums belly as the bongs went off. And it was the milenium. I have hid for some of the most recent ones

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Glyn Pope

Tue 24th Jan 2012 14:25

Thank you to you all for bothering to comment. I love Cynthia's though - not because it says brilliant! - but the 'catching a mood like flat champagne in a bowl glass'
Glyn

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 24th Jan 2012 12:18

Brilliant, catching a mood like flat champagne in a bowl glass.

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 20th Jan 2012 15:52

Uneasy truth, cogently expressed.

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Thu 19th Jan 2012 16:53

Happy(ooer!)New year.

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