January sighs, cold, colourless
This year arrives without a spark
I ache, unsure of myself
while others display hope
stars fail to enthuse
jaded minds face
too much truth
little
light
January
January sighs, cold, colourless
This year arrives without a spark
I ache, unsure of myself
while others display hope
stars fail to enthuse
jaded minds face
too much truth
little
light
Creative Experiments and More 
hi, Reena❣️
Just a quick note to let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Nolcha, is live and open until Monday:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2026/01/14/w3-prompt-194-weave-written-weekly/
Sorry for the delayed notice — I’m starting a new job tomorrow and was solo-parenting for two weeks, so things got a bit hectic.
Much love,
David
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Congratulations on the new job! Keep going strong 💪😀. I have linked up.
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🤗 🤗 🤗
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Reena, this feels stark and honest to me. The closing “too much truth / little / light” lands with a quiet heaviness.
~David
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Glad you liked it, David!
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*hug*
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Reena, I can so relate to your poem. It seems like the more the world advances the less normal there is to look forward to. Happy New Year!
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I create happiness with creative work. Everything else looks depressing.
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Happy New Year to you too…
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I just want to skip past January sometimes . Beautifully written.
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Thank you so much!
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Nice poem Reena! 🙂 xo
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Thank you, Carol!
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Bravo, Reena!
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Thank you so much!
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Reena you shot this poem straight into my heart! Bravo!!
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Thanks! Come out of it and march towards Feb/March 🙂
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January always reminds me of Mordor. Your poem expresses its grey mood beautifully.
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Thank you so much, Lesley! Perhaps festivals are placed in winter to cheer things up.
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I agree. Lights and candles help alleviate the gloom.
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It gives us a reason for cheer.
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Without the dark there is no light
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True
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This January does seem bleaker than most Reena – you capture it so well
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Thank you, Ange!
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Your poem expresses the essence of January perfectly! The shape of your poem is clever, and I love it!
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome, Reena.
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Beautifully expressed, Reena.
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Thank you, Indira!
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No peace until the 2027 elections, Reena. Now, with BB eyeing all resources, any hope?
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No hope from any angle – national or international.
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😦
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Beautiful, love the shape of the poem, almost looking like a teardrop.
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Thanks for seeing that, Diana!
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💗
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🥰
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Beautiful as always. Thanks for sharing, and best wishes for a blessed and healthy New Year! xx Michael
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Happy New Year, Michael!
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Thanks, Reena! xx Michael
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