Sunday Muse Poem -- Masks
!! HAPPY NEW YEAR !!
May bells and masks hang this New Years Day
Hang from the ceilings, hang in the halls
New Year's Day--reckon with or we pay
"Pay the Piper" I'd say or mask falls
The Mask of Happiness we pretend
Pretend we must, happy we are not
The year ends with our world in a mess
But there's a glimmer of hope we've got
Though ices flow without seals clinging
No frivolity there will be because
The seals are hungry and they're crying
Masks help them not--hanging in my house
At home penniless hungry people
Waiting in line in their cars sleeping
Food lines open, six, flags on the poles
New leader, change tune, stop our weeping
Hope?
(Goodbye 2020)
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Chrissa for my above picture inspiration at the Sunday Muse # 140, at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/12/sunday-muse-140.html?m=1
Labels: Holiday Posts, Poem, Rhyme, Sunday Muse, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 12/27/2020 11:17:00 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
The nine syllables per line work well ... Happy New Year!
Yes, hope. But many still suffering terribly. President Biden will have his hands full. But he will work hard.
9 syllables! every line! amazing! frivolity tripped you up, however. New Year blessings, Jim!
Here's to hope in 2021 and goodbye to 2020, history will look back at us and wonder what the hell went wrong.
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