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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 ...

Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2023

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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 Login to Reply Craig Cornish Date: 12/31/2024 9:30:00 PM This, the most significant and meaningful comment--I failed to respond to!!?? You are so very special and thank you!! A new year...yet the same, perhaps more ills? Hugs my dear Inky & love! 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, :) Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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!