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Naked Apprehension

I stand and stare at the empty branches, stripped now of all the regalia of Christmas, naked and sadly alone in my gaze like the gray day beyond every window. All the celebrations have been swept to yesterday like prom decor, bridal rose petals and melted birthday candles. The quiet haunts every New Year's day - no more parties to smother apprehensions, just sober reality, but, unlike crepe paper embellishments, aisle runners and cake crumbs, the tree trimmings will await an encore in eleven months once more - one more time one more time ...

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Ink Empress

Date: 1/1/2024 9:51:00 PM

This is so very well written, dear Craig, happy new year to you and i hope 2024 will be a better year not just for us but for all those in need. I love the introspective touch thats flowing from the very start as you ponder and resonate with naked branches of trees and how time flies.. i always feel this way especially after new years, the silence the quietness that follows after all the celebrations decorations etc. this poem has a very melancholic touch in my eyes. Hits deep. The sober reality

Ink Empress
Date: 1/1/2024 9:52:00 PM

Is too loud and deafening sometimes, and in such a soft elegant manner you’ve described that in your poetic way. I felt this and loved reading your work.

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 1/1/2024 4:33:00 AM

You describe it so well Craig, hope yours was good this year, :)

Craig Cornish
Date: 1/1/2024 5:16:00 AM

Happy New Year V!!

Tom Woody

Date: 12/31/2023 9:24:00 AM

Though I can't relate to the specific feelings here, I can certainly relate to good poetry

Craig Cornish
Date: 12/31/2023 10:36:00 AM

Twamas, merci buttercups mon ami - may your heart be merry (hoping this new year will be better but...?)

Frederic Parker

Date: 12/31/2023 8:39:00 AM

a poem I can read and understand...thank you...most poems I've read lately are like understanding Picasso, but yours is more like understanding Van Gogh...sometimes I feel like I'm closer to no more time than one more time, but the feeling passes quickly

Craig Cornish
Date: 12/31/2023 10:29:00 AM

Uncle Freddie, I knew a "Starry Night & A silver thorn of bloody rose" would entice you more than naked women with three eyes and 5 boobs...but then...where was I going with this---not 'till the ball drops I'm sure, but we're a mere hours from surviving another? We'll make Merry of it!

Charlotte Puddifoot

Date: 12/31/2023 7:09:00 AM

i've never liked new year, and this poem sums it up exactly: the grey dullness, the quiet, after the light and colour of christmas..but happy new year nevertheless! lol

Craig Cornish
Date: 12/31/2023 10:21:00 AM

We must make the best of it all, while we're still out relishing in havoc - not ours of course, but the chaos around us - it's "the rest-of-the-herd" syndrome ... yup & sticking' to it! A New Year smooch for ya!

Di11y Da11y

Date: 12/31/2023 6:56:00 AM

Craig, you've got me working out on my fingers (and hopefully toes) how many Christmases I've got left! Maybe you should have left your decorations up until the 12th night - great imagery and ponderings x

Craig Cornish
Date: 12/31/2023 10:16:00 AM

Happy New Year's Eve DD -- but no pity from me, as I no longer buy green bananas - snicker xoxo