Another January

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun
Fireworks and a Dripping Tap  (posted by Kim)

"What do you do in the first days of January?"

A calendar chosen in December replaces old year's
choice.  All occasions, including Bugs Bunny's
birthday, are written in ink.

I never feel like a new year is worth a celebration.
Even if the old year was one of woe, I still see it
as a death.  I do not watch the ball drop.

      weather turns chill
      the great journey begins
      geese fly toward warmth

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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14 Responses to Another January

  1. K.Hartless says:

    I love this subversive view. The end of the year, a death. The ball more like a gong. Unique take.


  2. M Jay Dixit says:

    Great haibun about the ambivalence and resignation that sometimes come with “another” new year.


  3. kim881 says:

    Your haibun made me smile, Sara, especially Bugs Bunny’s birthday, and I love the geese flying toward warmth – I saw and heard a skein yesterday afternoon on my walk.


  4. VJ says:

    Like you, I don’t pay attention to the New Year. Just another day.


  5. Yes, it is more than a celebration, it is also a wake, and holds different emotional content for different people, some preferring to look forward, some preferring to look back, letting go or hanging on. Yep, just change the calendar and look forward to Bugs Bunny’s birthday again.


  6. sanaarizvi says:

    This is absolutely stellar writing, Sara! The New Year means different things to different people 💜💜


  7. Mish says:

    I appreciate your perspective on the new year. Too much hype when on any given day we have the ability to reflect and move forward….every day a blessing as it comes.


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