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"New Year Greeting; two poems by Bill Ollinger"
A
NEW YEAR
A PAST YEAR
There?
No
there?
Quickly around the corner it went
did you see it feel it know it?
Did
you warm to it and savor its memories
that lie in your loves and desires
and
accomplishments and learnings
did your wings spread and your senses dream
did
your eves glimmer with rainbows and golden showers
did your soul bestir with
soaring harmonies
and visions of hearts entwined?
Or
was it a rapidly disappearing act
enmeshed in vaporous curtains
riven with
shame and despair and frustration and fear
and alarms and lies and deceptions?
Do
I know? Can you know?
Perhaps
perhaps not
the future will tell us
perhaps?
Upon
this equivocating platform
stumbles in the new
its clarion call bellowing
for all to be forgotten
or resolved or rearranged or redone
or will the
universe find its double
so ought equals ought?
So
join me or forget me and you and us and them
as the new year repeats its old
self unimaginably
grotesquely beautifully ambiguously
carried henceforth
by the tumultuous twins
wit and humor.
INFINITY
The
end is near no far
rather it always is now and forever
a twirling fantasia
of ecclesiastical flame
kept by you and I and them and us and all
to discover
and sit
in wonderment and awe of raw beauty.
Perhaps
it is as though the puffy bilious clouds
always aloft
send us messages of
the timeless patterns of life
as they roam brilliant blue heavens
streaked
with crimson and gold and layered with grays
and blacks and all shades in between.
This
expanse over around and about ourselves
feeds us waters us lights us and darkens
us
electrically and muddily
it is our salvation our foreverness
our comfort
perhaps our sustenance.
Can
this infinity be a cosmic bolt
running down your spine and stirring your soul
sent
as it can only be sent by
time immemorial
with no beginning no end?
Aha!
For
you to doubt
for me to feel
for all of us to to ponder
reason torn asunder
no
dream
but a dream within a dream
that does and does not matter.