Old Year Lodge
by Amy LV
Students - Happy Almost New Year! One of my 2015 resolutions is to spend more time writing in my notebook, finding new friends such as these old years in their number sweaters. You'll see that today's poem turns years into people. And while we all know that years are not people, as I wrote this poem...they became people. In poetry, this is called personification - giving something that is not human the qualities of a human. Years do not wear sweaters. Yet here they do. Such is the magic of poetry. You can make it so.
Today's poem is in free verse. As I always say, writing in free verse causes me to read and reread over and over, listening for sound and rhythms that are not metrically regular, but still work for a reader's ear.
I am very grateful for this past year: for the healing of friends, for the healing of hearts in my life. I am thankful for new friends young and old and for the many books and meals I have been lucky enough to take in over the past twelve months. I am grateful for family, for my health and for having been a living, breathing human in this year of 2014.
I wish you and yours a year full of goodness, light, and warm enchantment. May this woolen number of 2015 bring you joy.
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