(Today, while inspired by the wonderfully creative and philosophical mind of Aurora, once again, Threadbare, that’s me myself and me all over again I was reminded of this. And check out her blog, too, if you haven’t.)
Confused by the vapid voices of renewal
because it surely wasn’t her heart
that languided out of the new year cake
they did used to jump she recalled
she thought it was time to do something.
something had to be done with this pile
of the unsaid.
She searched for that wisdom folder
the one they’d all spilt wine on at the new year’s eve party.
how they laughed. such a good night
but now it was nowhere.
She wondered if she should rake through
those coals over there.
some were still smoldering.
Melancholied by the cold
she had a better idea.
As she cast the pile onto her knitting needles
she was struck by how colourful it was…