The year, nearly done.
Darkness reigns, wisdom gains,
A year, clearly won.
Remember back, reflect, relax,
Love ones, of your choice,
Take things back, you can't retract,
Use more ears, than voice.
Cheer the ghost, make a toast,
Tonight can't last forever,
Make the most, stand a post,
You've seen harsher weather.
-JBangin
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JBangin,
ReplyDeleteI just re-read this poem and now think its meaning is entirely different than my initial interpretation. Perhaps we can discuss its meaning?
Maybe over a bottle of red or white wine? This poem carries a ton of meaning to me, and has more depth than at first glance, at least to me it does, because I know why I wrote it.
ReplyDeleteI surprised myself with this one a little bit, and I hope you enjoy, and come back to it. The redundancy, and contradiction, in the 2nd verse adds that depth I was referring to, and the complicated structure adds a degree of difficulty. Not to toot my own horn, but this is my favourite thing produced from my blog so far. Someone could read this post to their family a thousand years from now, and the message would still hold true.
Thanks for reading.
Mmmm...I think a bottle of red wine would do. Wine and poetry sound like a decent backdrop for an interestin' evening.
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