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Emancipation--Musings on the New Year
I wrote this poem in 2004 as I contemplated the coming new year. Feel free to share it, but please give credit.
Each year I made my list, tongue poked out in concentration,
Swore off fat foods, all drink and vice, with fierce determination.
I hatched grand schemes to reach my dreams, I breathed anticipation,
And I avowed (right here and now!): no more procrastination.
But as those days unwound, I found my resolution soften;
Each small defeat seemed so complete, and they seemed to come so often.
Day by day it bled away, all my red determination,
Each vaunted vow abandoned now, a study in stagnation.
And in my mind, I was defined by lack of dedication,
By willful worthless weakness, until---a revelation----
Each time I’d failed, I could have sailed new waters, but I didn’t;
I’d missed each chance to learn a dance whose steps had then stayed hidden.
Now the past is set, I can’t regret; but my heart looks ever forward,
And I embrace this time and place, and all that I move toward.
Unlike before, I won’t ignore the simple realization
That my vows are kept when I accept myself as destination.
Like fruitful plants, my dreams advance in fertile ground, well-seeded;
I lean to lights at greater heights, each new day’s dreams exceeded.
copyright Jacqueline Brazil 2004
Each year I made my list, tongue poked out in concentration,
Swore off fat foods, all drink and vice, with fierce determination.
I hatched grand schemes to reach my dreams, I breathed anticipation,
And I avowed (right here and now!): no more procrastination.
But as those days unwound, I found my resolution soften;
Each small defeat seemed so complete, and they seemed to come so often.
Day by day it bled away, all my red determination,
Each vaunted vow abandoned now, a study in stagnation.
And in my mind, I was defined by lack of dedication,
By willful worthless weakness, until---a revelation----
Each time I’d failed, I could have sailed new waters, but I didn’t;
I’d missed each chance to learn a dance whose steps had then stayed hidden.
Now the past is set, I can’t regret; but my heart looks ever forward,
And I embrace this time and place, and all that I move toward.
Unlike before, I won’t ignore the simple realization
That my vows are kept when I accept myself as destination.
Like fruitful plants, my dreams advance in fertile ground, well-seeded;
I lean to lights at greater heights, each new day’s dreams exceeded.
copyright Jacqueline Brazil 2004
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