new year


nights shock me
frozen underneath
the blanket of blue
triggers by the
midnight alarm
and the only sound
i hear is the pretty
dangling of tiny
bells hanging on
my lonely wall




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to new year

  1. Love the compression of this one. Just been reading some Gary Snyder and this reminds.

  2. Deliberately Delicious says:

    There is beauty in the simplicity of the language in this poem and strength in the images. I love the opening line…

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