January Blues
By PoetonaHill
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January Blues
Christmas is over and done.
The past belongs to the dead.
A bright new age has begun.
Fresh plans evolve in my head.
Do what the hell I may choose –
then... damn! January blues.
The wind blows chill off the sea.
So what? For the year is mine.
Mud in the pool on the lea...
gold in the dream down the line.
Solace is found in the muse,
then... damn! January blues.
News is all chaos and hell,
buffeting gale in the streets,
winter is casting a spell,
rain covers the town in sheets.
But hey, I’ll go on a cruise,
then... damn! January blues.
Next year, things could be better,
future is bright, so they say.
Plan, then play by the letter.
Like wise men, live for the day.
Positive folk never lose,
then... damn! January blues.
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Hunker down for a few weeks..
Hunker down for a few weeks... spring is just around the corner... daffodil spears will be showing soon. Enjoyed your poem!
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Nice idea, well executed.
Nice idea, well executed. Love the rhythm. It works really well.
Parson Thru
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The pleasure - and exhaustion
The pleasure - and exhaustion - of Christmas usually carries me through January, and then I get the February blues! Very much the same thing. Really enjoyed the poem, it brought a smile which I'll try to remember in the depths of February.
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The power of January Blues!
The power of January Blues! This poem says it all: Christmas a distant memory, miserable weather, dire news. And yes - plans! I agree that being positive is the answer but, some days, what a challenge!
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