Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #225
This New Year's Eve
by Belinda Roddie
This New Year's Eve, I cut up potatoes,
carrots, celery, and onions for soup,
which I'd devour happily, my nose
twitching at the delightful odor. Soon,
we'd pour the champagne and sets out the sweets
and salted nuts and chips. Soon, we'd cheer for
the new year, despite the anxiety
of what was to come: Politics, the world
in chaos, polarized communities
across the country. My fiancée was
hundreds of miles away from me, with friends,
waiting for confetti and fireworks.
I hoped that this next year would not be too
insane, but it would be crazy, I knew.
by Belinda Roddie
This New Year's Eve, I cut up potatoes,
carrots, celery, and onions for soup,
which I'd devour happily, my nose
twitching at the delightful odor. Soon,
we'd pour the champagne and sets out the sweets
and salted nuts and chips. Soon, we'd cheer for
the new year, despite the anxiety
of what was to come: Politics, the world
in chaos, polarized communities
across the country. My fiancée was
hundreds of miles away from me, with friends,
waiting for confetti and fireworks.
I hoped that this next year would not be too
insane, but it would be crazy, I knew.
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