January Blues

January Blues short poem

Photo by Tony in WA

Christmas is over and done.
The past belongs to the dead.
A bright new age has begun.
Fresh plans evolve in my head.
Do what the hell I may choose –
Then… damn! January blues.

The wind blows chill off the sea.
So what? For the year is mine.
Mud in the pool on the lea…
gold in the dream down the line.
Solace is found in the muse.
Then… damn! January blues.

News is all chaos and hell;
buffeting gale in the streets,
winter is casting a spell,
rain covers the town in sheets.
But hey, I’ll go on a cruise.
Then… damn! January blues.

Next year, things could be better;
future is bright, so they say.
Plan, then play by the letter.
Like wise men, live for the day.
Positive folk never lose.
Then… damn! January blues.

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In the early days I imagined myself wandering the lanes of England with a rucksack on my back and, maybe, something lively in my hip-flask. I saw myself sitting on a hill somewhere, scribbling poems and, hopefully, making enough to keep body and soul together. But life isn't like that and, after a few years at sea and in the army, I found myself with a wife and kids to keep. So now, with three novels wallowing on Kindle, I scribble the odd rhyme by way of a hobby and shove it on my blog. Hope someone out there finds them interesting.
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January blues spot on! I enjoyed reading

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