I think I've chosen
my word for the new year.
It's been slipping softly
into my thoughts
for the last few weeks
tinting each day with smiles.
I thought it would blast
into my life and slap me
in the face with its importance
while shouting how integral
it would be to how I live.
But, no, it was just a tiny
tincture dropped into my daily
living where it spread
into every crevice until
it became a map
to the answer of why
I've been so glum.
At the beach I found
a white feather by chance
and wrote my word
in the sand making
it official. Then, I took
a picture of it. Now,
it's mine. When I write
I synchronize the ups
and downs creating
balance so I don't tip
over into self-loathing.
Today, I'll print
my word, frame it,
and place it on my desk.
It will sit there
a quiet sunrise.
10 comments:
This is lovely, Linda. The white feather stands out as an omen of hope for a balanced year.
I love this. I choose a word each year, too. I'm enamored of the fact that you don't reveal yours...it's yours, written in sand, and on heartstrings. Just beautiful, Linda.
I will write mine in the sand as well. Wonderful write!
Love the enigma you have created here, Linda. I love the thought of choosing a word for the new year, I must give this some thought. Happy New Year.
Pamela
I like the idea of the word as a "quiet sunrise" giving hope to each new day of the year.
I really enjoyed reading this. Although peeved you didn't reveal it, I do understand it is yours alone.
Lovely poem. Glad your word gives you a quiet sunrise.
That's beautiful. At lots of levels.
Such a fine tumble of words..the white feather almost a physical representation of that magical word..delicate..strong..found..and am very glad the word is just for you too..
'tinting each day with smiles.' ~ love it. Words of affirmation - what can be better! ~ Happy New Year!
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