December 29, 2016
Dear Subscriber:
Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of
view. This week’s theme is New Year’s Day.
Today’s poem is a Happy New Year poem about the purpose of
artificially designating one moment as the beginning of the New Year.
I welcome comments on my poems at
http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Hours mean no more or less than years.
A moment is a point with no dimension.
People count to undermine their fears,
Persuaded numbers lead to comprehension.
Yet time is an illusion of our motion,
No realer than the rising of the sun.
Each line we draw rests on a restless ocean,
Way, way beyond the scalable scope of one.
Years do not begin and never end
Except for purposes of calibration.
A need to share our yearnings, friend to friend,
Requires just one point of celebration.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I
chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/hours.html.
For more New Year’s poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/newyearsdaypoems.html.
This week’s theme: New Year’s Day
December 26: Here’s a Happy Harbinger
December 27: Happiness Depends on More than Years
December 28: Hope Is Often Rented by the Year
December 29: Hours Mean No More or Less thanYears
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