Burning 2018

A Poem for 2018

A poem for 2018 end

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.

by Naomi Shihab Nye

2018 was an incredible year! Thank you!

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About creatornorthshoregirl

Adopted at birth, orphaned by her adoptive parents by age 15 - Patti has made her way in the world since that time until recently... reunited with birth relatives - she is thrilled to be a Mayflower descendent, 5 x great grand daughter of Ezekiel Gooderham (of Gooderham & Worts Distillery, Toronto), 21 degrees of separation from Queen Victoria, a descendent of United Empire Loyalists - Butler's Rangers - which help establish Upper Canada and a London Born Mother who made it through the bombings of WW2. What this means to Patti? Her tenacity and adaptability are not only proudly her own but also passed down through her genetics. Human Journey Storyteller www.youtube.com/channel/UCuqugfbhcwO8qzqlCaBDuIw vimeo.com/user1892390
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