new year's day

new year’s day

in the days i spent aimlessly, fecklessly,

most of the hours dark

pink clouds of absolution on the horizon

anticipated void

but full of potential

foreboding of new pleasures

is the foundation sinking or shifting?

upheaval-  to the point of exhaustion

stale ashtray markers

beginnings and congregations


upturned glasses

impulses matched with scattered attention

dawn creeps steadily across the sky

we blink slowly in the light of a new year

– Elizabeth Scales

PoetryJonathan Judge