Novelty
I woke up new and sound,
This freshness I have found,
Resonates from deep within.
And reflects in my rising and sitting.
I'll revel in this bliss,
Not a moment I'll miss,
Walk in the light of my fresh starters,
For nothing else matters.
I see myself with new eyes,
Mornings are haloed with colours,
As I journey I edge out all contours,
Gloom gradually loses its size.
I have sickled every old way,
A different lad I see in the mirror,
I close my eyes and pray,
That dawn chauffeurs no more terror.
December 31, 2022.
Brian Strand No.1165 Poetry Contest,
Brian Strand.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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