To the New Year

Days

the one we left, the one we’re in, the one after tomorrow

vanished held in memory, hearts still beat, lives forge on

the year quietly disappears ~ a new year emerges amid the

flash of midnight

Changes

perhaps, resolutions? Kept for a special day when in honesty

should be at any time, we grow older, they say wiser, are we?

ready for new challenges to face, new paths to explore

along this highway

Knowing

life alters, awaiting the changes that nature may bestow

~ the unknowing, the underlying, what will come to us

shall we cry in grief, be tormented, understand

this is life

Friendships

that we held, flutter in the breeze, a dove not wanting to be held

learning who are true and who are not, new ~ giving strength

we cling, can we truly forget the pain of others lost

we are human

Writers

met along the way, virtual, not knowing of their lives, the inner

sanctum of themselves, words, lines, offerings and I wonder

as they may who we really are, what makes them tick

curious and curiouser

Humans

what brings them joy and makes them who they are

perhaps too deep but my thoughts, my thoughts alone

shall the new year bring more insight into who you

are ~ your lives

Time

that ticks, more quickly as the years pass by

once young with thoughts of many years ahead

now the time is cut by half or more and so we dread

the path ahead

Melancholy

a wine, a distant thought, those we have lost

those left behind and we still remain ~ the time unknown

grasping for those we loved not by our side

tears we weep

Breathe

take in the new year joy, the changes it will bring

hide the fears of what may come, for they may live

~I may live and tell myself be strong what ever

comes my way

Thanks

to those I’ve met this year for love, support and more

encouragement and bonding in this virtual world

I never would have guessed – no I never would

so I thank you

Β©jmtacken December 2013

Remember:

Roses are Red

Wine is too

Poetry is damn hard

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

and the moment you have all been waiting for…or not

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 26,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 10 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

In saying the above, yes the New Year brings many thoughts, visions of perhaps events I do not want to know, but I want to say thank you to all my readers who have read my ramblings over the last year. Also thank you for your kindness and words in my new ‘career’ – all of you have been with me along this journey. My life that I share about me, my ‘penguins’ my happiness my woes…and well I’m just grateful.

If you weren’t here ~ I simply would have given this away long ago.

It is NEW YEAR’S EVE here in Australia ~ and I wish each and everyone of you a healthy, happy, love filled, peaceful and beautiful 2014 and I hope that we get to know each other even more in the coming new year.

πŸ™‚ Β and xxx from the Mums

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47 thoughts on “To the New Year

  1. lovely jen, and the happiest of many new years to come, jen. may things be resolved in ways and times when you least expect them. thanks for your presence in my life, i have been made all the richer for it.

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  3. My oh my! 10 Sydney opera house performances?! Thats one hell of a success, girl! Im proud of you…

    And you know, spot on! Poetry is hard, but easier with red wine πŸ˜‰

    Have a lovely night tonight and i hope your 2014 is as brilliant as you expect it to be! Xx

  4. Happy New Year, Jen. Another year of reading between the lines with perhaps an email or two to fill in the blanks. I’m so thankful for your friendship and encouragement on this journey. You are a beautiful writer and an even lovelier woman.

  5. haha…i rather like the haiku at the end….damn hard…lol…i think we make it harder in how we define poetry….

    nice capture of the journey in your words….to me it is the people we meet along the way that make the difference and make life interesting…i am glad you are one of the true ones, you know….smiles.

    happy new year!

    • I think you have hit the nail on the head Bri ~ with trying to define, instead of just enjoying for hat it is ~ smiles

      Thank you, the people are certainly what makes our journey worthwhile ~ thank you I also believe you to be one of the ‘true ones’ and I am glad that you are ~ smiles back and HAPPY NEW YEAR!

  6. The like button won’ tload for me on any blogs this morning – hopefully not a sign of the new year! Anyway ,please take this as a like for this and your lovely poem Entwined and have a fabulous new year!! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

  7. Definitely melancholy as the year ends, I can’t help it either. πŸ˜‰ Then the night is over and the new year begins with new hopes. Lovely reflections, Jen on all that passes through our minds at this time. 2014 holds promise to be embraced. Hope you reach out and hug it all. πŸ™‚ x

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