Editor’s Note: The human ability to create a word for every emotion never fails to impress, as this sweet poem demonstrates. (Waldeinsamkeit: (poetic) woodland solitude; the feeling of solitude in the woods)
A New Year Begins: An acrostic sonnet
Adieu to Twenty Twenty! Now it’s gone,
New hopes arise for what we could soon share:
Emancipation from a marathon
Withdrawal of companionship and care.
Yet ending this pandemic with vaccines
Entails their distribution planet-wide——
An end to loneliness in quarantines
Requires the rich to help the poorer side …
Below the radar, or behind the scenes,
Essential workers toil, and in return
Get all too scant support, while those of means
In comfort stay secure with scant concern …
New Year must face a truth the old laid bare:
Society’s most free when it’s most fair!
Editor’s Note: Hello 2021! Might as well start off with a poem that rhymes ‘vaccines’ with ‘quarantines’—not something you see everyday in a sonnet.
Weather Experts: An acrostic sonnet
Editor’s Note: It seems I’m alternating grim poems with light verse this week, but how can I resist when a gem like this lands in my inbox? I’ve always loved weather and poetry.
Pint of Guinness: An acrostic sonnet
Perhaps you’ve dreamt of what there’ll be to drink
Inside the pearly gates of heaven’s wall?
No doubt they’ll have fine wines there, but I think
Their Guinness will be godliest of all!
On top you’ll see a luscious creamy head
Froth over an elixir of dark gold.
“Good Lord!” you’ll say, “I’m happy being dead!”
Upon your lips their chalice will you hold,
Imbibing their divine seraphic brew,
Not wishing e’en a drop should go to waste.
Nirvana’s cultured draught will render you
Ecstatic as you savor ev’ry taste!
Suppose you’re loath to wait for such delight?
Some say it’s served in Dublin ev’ry night!
Editor’s Note: Guinness should always be celebrated, and this poem is a rollicking good time. TGIF!