Tuesday, February 17, 2015


New lands knit a golden lace
Old hands reshape an iced face

Old foam rinsed by a found ego
New poem written by a lost echo

New voices singing familiar hymns
Old choices lost in a Bible of hints

Old worlds die out of dry flips
New words whispered by wet lips

New start invites dreams and charm
Old heart smiles now strong and calm

Start by welcoming the new.
But finish by thanking the old. 

Just three letters, before and after. 
Old & new

Between them, three letters again