ominous new year’s eve thunderstorm
ringing in the ominousness that is
twenty-twenty-five
new year's eve
December 31, 2023
i am trying to write a poem
to collect and examine
what 2023 meant to me
but we still have one more day,
and so much can happen
in just a few hours
so i guess i’ll write a little now,
and a little tomorrow,
and asses throughout these next 48 hours
[minus 9:19]
and see where it gets me
during tomorrow’s
twenty-four
and for now —
breakfast shall be at hand, i believe.
December 31, 2022
a dreary
rainy
new year’s eve
no big celebration
but maybe that’s what we need
to look at the past
and get excited for the future
and chill in the house with crafts and puzzles
writing reviews
picking poetry
performing
later
as long as i’m with my Kip
i’m happy
[though i’d be extra enthused
if next year we continued
our old tradition
of out-of-the-country travel
for the holiday times]
so long, 2022
[come see me bid farewell to the year with some poetry of my own via Zoom at 7pm Eastern:
https://www.eventbrite.com/e/new-years-eve-they-them-mayhem-tickets-419529813967 ]
December 31, 2021
time
sure is
a measurement
of
whatever
that was
and whatever
this will be.
kipventures 