On the New Year’s Eve

What is it about these lights
That makes us feel joy and cheer
Is it their sparkling warmth
Or the memory of someone dear

Where does the tingling come from
Is it the longing of the midnight kiss
Or the unfulfilled void lingering inside
Waiting for someone whom we shall miss

At midnight everything starts again
A blank piece of paper, a fresh sheet
Or is it just the lonesome yearning
For something or someone new to meet

The new year new me nonsense begins
Age-old hope and some new resolutions
Dragged from one December to another
Cheers for old problems and older solutions!

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I’m Erna — writer, poet, devoted cat lady, and a marketer who came to it the strange way, through stories. Slavic mythology sits at the heart of this space, alongside original poetry, book reviews, and honest writing about the creative life.

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Beneath the Surface

Beneath the Surface is a poetry collection about the things we don’t say out loud — the secrets, the weaknesses, the quiet monsters of everyday life. Read more.

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