Happy New Years (an acrostic poem)

Holding his breath, Jacob started the countdown.

As the ball fell towards the ground his emotions rose up

People all around him shouted together, ten, nine, eight…

Plenty of time for Jacob to close his eyes and make his wish

Yet this year he couldn’t do it.

 

Nine years ago he began the tradition, being lonely for so long

Even though he had tried to let his heart recover, it was still in critical condition

Wendy’s death had taken part of him to her grave

 

Yet here he was, nine years later in the mass of people in Times Square

Everyone yelling, five, four, three…

And here he was hold Theresa’s hand, but still his heart wouldn’t grow

Reaching one, Theresa pulled Jacob close and kissed him, but all he could hear was

Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?

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A New Year’s Countdown

As the year begins again I look with new eyes
Seeking that which eats all my time and energy
Filtering out those distractions that clutter my life
Setting boundaries that I need to respect
Defining what I desire to accomplish
I write down those priorities
Things I’ll focus on
Keeping it simple
Loving more
Peace

Final Countdown (a 100 word story)

The countdown started.  Ten, nine, eight… Byron looked around him.  There were at least fifteen people crammed into this little apartment for the party.  Seven, six, five…  He had always wanted to kiss in the New Year.  There was never a better time than the present.  He knew he would taste good.  He already had half a bottle of champagne and a couple large snifters of brandy under his belt.  He just knew this was going to be his year.  Four, three, two…  Byron grabbed the tall blonde next to him and planted a good one.  Then the microwave beeped.