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Midnight.
Like slo-mo windshield wipers,
clock hands sweep clean the face
for another day,
another year.
Your face
still wears yesterday's sins,
last year's tears.
No one for you to kiss
when the clock strikes,
so you leave your lipstick
on the cigarette butts
and kiss another bottle of wine goodnight.
You tell yourself
that this year will be different,
but you awake
to Big Ben clanging in your skull
and an overflowing ashtray.
You are no Phoenix;
nothing will rise from these ashes.
13 comments:
"kiss another bottle of wine goodnight"...that's gross and sad and really well expressed, all at the same time.
the sad repetition of life for some...telling themselves it will be different but unwilling to let life change...
You know ... this fits perfectly with my New Year celebration ... alone. By my choice though, so all was fine!
Happy New Year Mouse!!!!
nicely done indeed..thanks for sharing....and have a great NY
Well done.....
yes, that kiss says it all~
You expressed this so well~
Happy New Year Miss Mouse ;D
As the core of your poem, these lines do a fantastic job of focusing your theme with all senses firing:
No one for you to kiss
when the clock strikes,
so you leave your lipstick
on the cigarette butts
and kiss another bottle of wine goodnight.
You have outdone yourself. This is one of my very favorites. I tried to find something particular that stands out, but I love the whole thing.
Love the Phoenix from the ashes part at the end. This is like a companion to the MagPie I wrote.
I can see the bright red lipstick against the monotone New Year's Eve - great poem -thanks for sharing
I really like this!
Very powerful poem! Wine and cigarettes seem comforting at the time, but breaking free of that habit would be such a great change...
Strong words paint a sad picture.♥
I especially like "your face still wears yesterday's sins"...powerful line, Mouse...
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