On this final day of the year, we ponder the dreams and poems that brought us here: dreams given life and dreams that remain dreams; poems written and poems that never made it to paper. We then look to the coming year and find that we must ask ourselves if these un-lived dreams, these un-written poems are worth holding onto, or if we need to discover new dreams to live and new poems to write.
We must dream. We must write. This isn’t an imperative, or a command…it is simply in our nature. We have no choice BUT to.
So, in these remaining hours, what will you let go? What will you hold onto? What seeds will you plant for the coming year?
With these questions, we wish you all a happy new year.
For what is a wish but a dream expressed as poetry.