Daniel Brick

Gold Star - 75,904 Points (June 10,1947 / St. Paul MN)

The New Year Arrives At The House January 2016 - Poem by Daniel Brick

Time angles itself across Space,
shedding days, weeks, months
and yet another year has reached its apogee,
poised for a midnight moment
between then and now, and then -
collapsing in upon itself and emerging
after the tiniest unit of duration
as the New Year Interplay of Time and Space.

The residents of the house are only
human: Being among them day and night
is like turning the pages of a novel already
read and taken to heart. Where is that
passage that made a crease in the sky
through which the delights of heaven
shone for even the unworthiest person
to grasp before the vision faded and the page turned?

Oh, that book is shut! We have lost
the key that once opened it to the light.
Now a double darkness encloses it,
and we must seek elsewhere for access
to the light. We must be patient for
some opening that heralds the source of light.
Meanwhile, on what floor are the sick people
lodged? I brought the panacea they requested.

Perhaps it is as my sister tells me,
I have companied too long with grief,
sharing his frugal fare with stubborn resolve.
Shall I then stride into a larger arena?
Shall I identify the wound common to all,
and seek the remedy in the field
of endeavor rather than sink into
visionary solitude, my usual haunt?

What kind of life have I been living? Is it
one of Justice? Do I at every moment
affirm Equality as principle and practice?
Do I strive to keep body and soul together
for a purpose that pulls me into Humanity?
King Lear realized too late he had squandered
his country's wealth, leaving none for
his subjects, poor naked wretches. WE HAVE THE TIME!

Topic(s) of this poem: compassion, equality, justice

Form: Dramatic Monologue

Comments about The New Year Arrives At The House January 2016 by Daniel Brick

  • Liza Sudina (2/13/2016 2:14:00 AM)

    Dear Daniel!
    a opening that heralds the source of light - it may be a poem.
    crease in the sky - kabbalists say - it is the letters of Alphabet.
    even if you are a wound - God is in it, Gos is with you. always. there was som good perpose in this wound!
    King Lear... It is all his egoism which broke the country, you describe in last lines?
    the poem reminded me Brodsky's style - so I loved it!
    (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • (2/7/2016 12:37:00 PM)

    Excellent poem, Daniel! Riveting description of humans and their lives, mourning for the past, never thinking of how they can improve the future so when it becomes the past our memories will be brighter and filled with the goodness we have left behind. Why is it that we don't think ahead and make choices to improve our outlook and attitude in life? Why is our interior life left to dry up and not be a part of what we can do for ourselves interiorly? So many questions have come from the depths of this poem, Daniel! Why do we always analyze the past without doing so for our futures. That is quite a question to ponder isn't it? Thank you for this amazingly brilliant poem, Daniel! 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (1/30/2016 12:49:00 PM)

    It seems we only take the time to analyze the past, perhaps mourn for it, and think about what our roles on earth should be, during arbitrarily set holidays such as new years. The sun is in no special place in the sky nor is the Earth at a critical point in its orbit but on January 1st, many reflect for the only time until the next orbit brings that date again (Report) Reply

Read all 3 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2016

[Report Error]