Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #121
The Adolescent New Year
by Belinda Roddie
The adolescent New Year got into
the remaining crate of beer that his dad
had left behind after fading into
the ether of yesteryear. Knowing that
his time was fleeting, he drank underage,
belched loudly at the thought of his long, long
ancestry, and debated whether or
not he wanted to punch February
in the face while the other startled months
watched, waiting for their turn to shine again.
At least they got to keep living each year
and simply have a break - no, the New Year
had to age quickly and die just as fast,
the shrapnel of a wasting planet's past.
by Belinda Roddie
The adolescent New Year got into
the remaining crate of beer that his dad
had left behind after fading into
the ether of yesteryear. Knowing that
his time was fleeting, he drank underage,
belched loudly at the thought of his long, long
ancestry, and debated whether or
not he wanted to punch February
in the face while the other startled months
watched, waiting for their turn to shine again.
At least they got to keep living each year
and simply have a break - no, the New Year
had to age quickly and die just as fast,
the shrapnel of a wasting planet's past.
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