Words, like the taste of a favorite food or the delight found in a shared moment of passion, change with time and experience. In years past, I watched whatever was on TV while eating apple after apple after apple… until my blood turned into lethargic sauce.
I’ve grown—I no longer consume whatever is put in front of me, just because it’s there or given seemingly free. I’ve lived, therefore I think.
I shall take last year’s words and taste them with the care reserved for the unknown. I’m resolute to lick and tell, taking tales thought too old and touching them light and deep… until they evolve into next year’s wows.
with the gone year’s tongue
resolute to lick and tell—
my words voiced anew
Susie Clevenger, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, invited word lovers to welcome 2015 with “Bits of Inspiration”. One of her offers was the following quote, by T. S. Eliot: “For last year’s words belong to last year’s language/And next year’s words await another voice.” Having always been in love with Señor Eliot’s words, I couldn’t resist adding my bit. Poetry offers a brilliantly fluid frame for New Year’s resolutions.