338th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 338th Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.

Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

This poem is from Naomi Shihab Nye, read by Maeve Hannah:

Burning the Old Year

Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.

So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.

Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers.

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.

What did you think?


  1. Anna (Diary of an Eccentric) says:

    This is the most unique New Year’s poem I’ve ever read. I love the line “So much of any year is flammable.” Makes me think about how quickly a year can change or how we can put aside what happened last year and start anew.

  2. I like this. It definitely adds some levity the vast amount of only-hopeful posts on the new year I’ve been seeing this week. An acknowledgement of things left undone is important, I think.