Throw the Christmas tree out the door,
pack the old year away with the tinsel,
or, better yet, throw it in the bin.
This was not one to store away,
the scrap heap its only fitting conclusion.
So we begin again, and hope for more.
For ourselves, at least, to be less sinful,
and try to go on as we begin,
to love more, laugh more, cherish each day:
thus we frame our resolutions,
and pray this year will be one to store,
not another destined for the landfill –
another one taken on the chin.
“Happy new year” is what we pray,
to one another in tipsy effusion.
So we raise a glass to kith and kin,
to those we lost, and those that stayed,
and pack away our disillusion.
dVerse is back! Yay!
I managed to miss the first prompt yesterday because I was at the beach washing away the old year in the surf – nothing like a good scrape along the sand to scrub off the barnacles of last year. I was feeling quite pleased with how good I am at body surfing yesterday, before one of my sons told me it’s because I’m shaped like a walrus.
So, this was written for the second prompt of the year “Exploring the realm of French literature“.
As Sanaa explains: “Popular with 12th and 13th century French poets, rimas dissolutas is a poem that rhymes and doesn’t rhyme.
For instance, each stanza contains no end rhymes, but each line in each stanza rhymes with the corresponding line in the next stanza–sometimes employing an envoi at the end.
Here’s how the end rhymes would work in a Rimas Dissolutas with three five-line stanzas:
(1-a, 2-b, 3-c, 4-d, 5-e) (6-a, 7-b, 8-c, 9-d, 10-e) (11-a, 12-b, 13-c, 14-d, 15-e)
(If the poem has an envoi, it might be 2-3 lines long using the c, d, and/or e rhymes.)”
Thanks Sanaa, and Happy New Year to you!
34 responses to “anno dissolvi”
Cheers to you and hope this year will be the one to store (of good things).
You nailed that envoi!
Thank you Grace ❤
A very happy 2022 to you!
Lovely last tercet and it captures so much of the now feelings around here as the holidays are behind us and there is a long few months of winter to endure. Well done.
Thank you 🙂
At least here it is summer, which is disappearing so quickly!
What your son said to you in jest, keep it in your pocket for those times when you’re out of confetti to throw around. I adore that kind of humor (real or imagined) BUT, don’t take it to heart: those words could hurt. Don’t let them. Cherish the funny 😆 instead.
Loved this poem. So new to me. But I love it already.
Thanks for sharing. Keep going. Happy 2022! Keep surfing. 👏
Thanks Selma ❤
and I didn't take the walrus comment to heart – I think he's just jealous because I'm so much better at catching waves than he is :D.
Happy 2022 to you too!
I think I’ll be taking the tree down today. Not a big fan of the festivities myself. Here’s to fresh starts!
We throw our tree out on new years eve, part of the fresh start. My (Latvian) grandparents told me that you should always throw the tree out on new years eve, and then set fire to it on a bonfire. That doesn’t work here because it’s fire-ban season until about April. 😀 So it’s waiting in our fire pit until winter.
I had Latvian grandparents too! I never heard that suggestion, but I like it 😃
hmmm… maybe it’s just my family that likes setting fire to things then 😀
Our “Novy God” lights are still up in our apartment.
Thanks David 🙂 Happy new year!
LOVE the tone here, evocative of WH Auden. Really appreciate how you dealt with the flimsiness of Christmas, and how the year has affected us..
Thank you so much Ain! ❤
I love the last line. I threw 2021 out with the turkey carcass!
I’d never cooked a turkey before, but I got a reduced-to-clear one from Woolies a few days after Christmas. The chickens got the carcass which was their new year feast.
Chooks eating turkey! That’s a bit like cannibals eating their cousins. 🤣
With all the best intentions, seems we are still so often at the mercy of some unseen power – and I’m not writing of the divine kind.
I miss Australia. To be able to beach at Christmas is way more than a novelty. I’ve never seen the shorefronts so bursting with life, and joy. The freedom is a blessing, I hope to be able to give to my children.
Best wishes to you in the new year.
We always spent Christmas holidays at the beach when I was a kid. But my husband isn’t that keen so it tends to be just a few days scattered through the holidays for my kids.
I know what you mean about wanting to give that freedom to your kids – I’m trying to give mine the Australian bush with the space, clear skies, fresh air etc. Not they appreciate it, but maybe one day when they’re living in a flat in a city they will.
Happy new year to you Darius, I hope 2022 is good to you. ❤
💛 It will be valued in retrospect. Nothing like clean air, and open horizons.
to the curb
Indeed. If we had one (dirt road).
john lennon old dirt road whence was steel and glass steal at last.
That envoi really captures how most of us feel. Happy 2022, Kate.
Thanks, happy 2022 to you too! 🙂
What a gorgeous gorgeous Envoi! 😀 I love the hopeful tone of your Rimas Dissolutas poem especially; “thus we frame our resolutions, and pray this year will be one to store, not another destined for the landfill –another one taken on the chin.” Yes! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt. You absolutely rocked it! 💝💝
Happy New Year to you and your loved ones 🙂
Thank you so much Sanaa! ❤ It's great to meet a new form – thanks for the prompt.
Happy new year to you too.
Beautifully executed and yes, it is good to be back!
Thank you Sean, and happy new year!
Happy New Year. Your poem definitely resonates with me.
Thanks Ali, Happy new year to you too! ❤
The title and the tinsel/sinful/landfill rhymes are particularly brilliant. I enjoyed this!
Thank you 😀 it was a bit of a struggle finding rhymes.
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