Poetry

New Year

Happy New Year!

the urbanite exclaims

her alcoholic eyes

fixing me unseeingly

in midnight hysteria.

Notwithstanding

she seems caught

in the moment

celebrating…what?

Once it was on earth

the coming of light

and spring ended

the primordial terror

winter would bring

when new daylight

signified life itself

in seasonal rebirth.

But now we exist

in metropolises

that never sleep

with no true night

condemning us all

to perpetual light.

                                                        ~Ian Fletcher

                                                          Cardiff, South Wales

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