As If Each Drop Were Lent…

A Book of Experimental Poems

Noël Tointon

2010

New Year

It would appear New Year 
Is more celebrated 
By young than old…
For those ancient ones 
It signs off clear Old Year –
The last twelve months endured
As time again seen out,
That one has long survived 
To ring the bell that states:
“I am still here… still here…”
Although a small detail, 
A quite subtle point,
Remains a difference ‘tween 
Those of a more youthful air… 
And those not so sprightly,
Short in tooth… short in hair…
An observation that 
With ease could slip the tongue…

But then there comes a point 
All has been seen before,
A wiser soul would soar,
Would take a deep delight,
Find greater joyfulness
In each moving, painless had moment spent…
Expertly had as if each drop were lent,
Each falling grain of sand 
Were to deploy
A world waiting within itself…
To self explore…! (1)