January is the incunabula of the year
I embrace hugely like my huggable teddy bear
With my new life’s portmanteau inexorably handed over
On that last starry night of a very cold and joyful December
A new portmanteau of life’s flavors and condiments
Portions of joys, pains and many life’s challenges
Mysteriously packed all for me in hope to gird up
To follow whatever roads with valor, love, faith and delight.
I’m eagerly looking forward to what are all in store
Perking up with wonder on a brand new portmanteau as I go aboard
Wanting to share with you whatever great surprises that I may hold
In loving wishes that New Year for you unfolds with moments of gold
Jan. 26, 2015 1.15pm
May I share with you a New Year's poem I wrote last night/early morning. Once again, my warm greetings of belated happy New Year 2015!
Categories:
incunabula, new year,
Form: Rhyme
New born
in swaddling clothes,
I,in this manger,lay
for you to see and digest,this
new day-
...still
unsaid
aloud,unread
or incunabula-
hours old,perhaps by grandchildren..
re-told
Note The earliest printed books are called incunabula ( Latin for swaddling clothes).They
resembled the manuscipt they superseded.
Categories:
incunabula, on writing and words
Form: Personification