Poets' Corner: Rosemerry - Before, During & After NYE

I know. I know. Any excuse to wear sequins. Sooo – “Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right,” part-time local Oprah Winfrey.

And cheers to regular contributor Word Woman Rosemerry Trommer, who lends her sparkle to the last big event of the holiday trifecta with three poems of celebration and reflection: one for just before; one for during; and one for post NYE.

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, credit; Joanie Schwarz.

At the Edge of a New Year

I think of a year ago
and all I did not know.
I do not hold my innocence
against myself.
If there is a future me,
I toast her tonight.
May she look back at me
as I light this white candle
and whisper love into the flame.
May her thoughts be generous
as she remembers
how it is to live
with this heart,
both ruined
and burnished by loss.
As I toe the edge of the year,
the edge of the moment,
I imagine her waiting
on the other side, saying,
Jump, sweetheart, jump,
I’ve got you.
Or perhaps she says
nothing at all,
but stands there as I do now
looking back,
arms impossibly open.

NYE, credit, Woman’s Day

One Peacefulness

so quietly this new year
slips through midnight—
our breath the most precious of cheers

New Year’s Day, credit, HMHin The News

On the First Day of the New Year

I twist.
My knees
go right,
my gaze
goes left.
I pause
like this—
in deep
release,
wring out
old stress
like water.
I inhale
and lengthen,
exhale, squeeze.
How quickly
new thoughts
rush in.
I twist
again.

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