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. 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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