I've missed three weeks of Poetry Friday, and I really can't miss another one. I just got back from the beach, where I've been writing, but nothing I'm ready to share. This poem is really for tomorrow, not today, but the idea of ducking as 2017 heads our way seems prudent.
Tonight’s December thirty-first,
Something is about to burst.
The clock is crouching, dark and small,
Like a time bomb in the hall.
Hark, it's midnight, children dear.
Duck! Here comes another year!
Ogden Nash
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Ogden Nash is such a wizard at zinging in a bit of meaning with his jokes, very poetic sleight of hand.
ReplyDeleteHa! How droll. Love the macabre tone, ending with that surprising last line. Wishing you a Happy New Year, Ruth!
ReplyDeleteLove the ending! Happy New Year! I don't think you really need to duck! Stand tall!
ReplyDeleteI actually do feel like ducking, like there's something about to explode. It's now I'm glad I teach the little ones, who (along with my own bigger ones) have the right to look forward to a year of miracles, not disasters. I must buck, not duck! Ogden and PF help.
ReplyDeleteHappy 2017, Ruth!
Ruth, great poem for this time. I'm with Donna and Heidi- stand tall and buck whatever comes.
ReplyDeleteOh, I think we can all relate to that feeling!
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