Too Late for Miracles, a poem … and your Wednesday Writing Prompt


January 1, 2018, 6:12 a.m.

The bad news. Predictable. Never-ending.
The good news buried under sensation

…..,,,,,,,and,
,,,,,,they mentioned that man again.

…..Sigh!
Too late for miracles.

[Did someone prescient write that between the two world wars?]

Yet the new year burst into bloom,
full of mettle and vision and a
singular aspiration …

– be the peace
– be the peace
– be the peace

“Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be.” Thomas à Kempis,The Imitation of Christ

© 2018, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes


WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT

What is on your mind and in your heart as you start the new year? Tell us in a poem or poems and leave your work or a link to it in the comments section below.

All poetry on theme will be published here on Tuesday next. You have until Monday, January 8 at 8:30 p.m. PST to respond.  All are welcome to come out and play no matter the status of your career: beginning, emerging or pro. Thank you!


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