A New Year’s come,
and all I’m left with
is uncertainty and holes
to fill my days with.
Every hour is
too simple,
every minute is
too deep
I lose myself in time.
The night’s back,
and all I have with me
is blank ink and virgin sheets
to write my fate on.
Every silence is
too slow,
every step is
too resounding
I multiply myself in them.
The same yearly thoughts are
there, though I don’t wear any-
thing but white – snow
white, to be cold in.
Every snowflake is
too unique,
every footprint is
too detailed
so
I melt
my self
in snow
this year
I
vanish anew
Hiroshimem 
I love the visuals of winter and melting into snow ~ The contrast in these lines are also well done:
Every silence is
too slow,
every step is
too resounding
Hopefully you won’t vanish anew for 2013 ~ Happy New Year ~
No I won’t vanish for real! Haha. Thank you, and Happy New Year too!
Every hour is
too simple,
every minute is
too deep…love that bit…and the next bit of contrast you put in there as well…please dont vanish though…smiles…
Thank you Brian! No I won’t REALLY vanish, I promise.
I love the idea of allowing the self to vanish as a way of reinventing the self (my take) – a unique & beautiful poem
That’s my take too 😉 Thank you!
There can be a great strength in vanishing if one does not feel diminished. Here – you create a great poignancy around it. k.
Thank you! What a great way of expressing it.
Really loved this ! These were my favorite lines:
« I multiply myself in them.
I melt
my self
in snow
this year
I
vanish anew »
Thanks so much!
This winds very effectively towards its closing two stanzas. I like the use of snow imagery to represent the sense of oblivion. Maybe you should write a counterpart poem that promotes hope. De toutes façons, je vous souhaites une année un peu plus coloré!
Merci beaucoup! C’est une bonne idée… but I had already intended to depict vanishing as a « positive » thing, just like the self/ego disappearing. The poem can be read both ways, hopeless or hopeful. I’m aware though that the first reading is probably easier…