First, a word. I want you to know I’m not apathetic, callous, or insensitive to real events happening right now. My soul bleeds. May God save us and bring an end to the distress. I hope you enjoy NAOMI’s poem:

Burning the Old Year

BY NAOMI SHIHAB NYE

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Letters swallow themselves in seconds.   

Notes friends tied to the doorknob,   

transparent scarlet paper,

sizzle like moth wings,

marry the air.

So much of any year is flammable,   

lists of vegetables, partial poems.   

Orange swirling flame of days,   

so little is a stone.

Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,   

an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.   

I begin again with the smallest numbers.

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,   

only the things I didn’t do   

crackle after the blazing dies.

Copyright Credit: Naomi Shihab Nye, “Burning the Old Year” from Words Under the Words: Selected Poems (Portland, Oregon: Far Corner Books, 1995). Copyright © 1995 by Naomi Shihab Nye. Reprinted with the permission of the author.

Source: Words Under the Words: Selected Poems (Far Corner Books, 1995)

MY SOURCE Poetry Foundation Org.

I trust you enjoyed the poem. May your days be joyous. Bless you.

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