New Year Poetry Premiere

Welcome to 2010!  Does that not sound like something from a Sci Fi movie?  It's almost like we are all Fry from Futurama who was accidentally cryogenically frozen in 2000 and wakes up in 3000?  (Except no hovercraft as I mentioned earlier.  I'm still looking at you, scientists.)

2010 is going to be the year I graduate from law school, the year I take (and hopefully pass) the bar exam, the year my sister gets married and our family grows a little bit more.  Overall it is a very hopeful year and watching that slightly cheesy CNN video of international celebrations makes me feel a little misty eyed.

And of course with a new month is a new kind of poetry for my plogging.  This month I have decided to combine two ideas: I am going to use quatrain and include dictionary.com's word of the day.  This may be particularly hard since who knows if I will have anything to say that involves the word of the day?  But I haven't run out of things to say yet, ever since I started asking "What dat?" about everything when I was two so that seems like a good sign.

I am going to use quatrains with the rhyme sequence AABB, ABAB, or ABBA if I am feeling funky.  You can just never tell with me.  Today's word is panacea (noun): A remedy for all diseases, problems, or evils; a universal medicine; a cure-all.

I actually feel fine today, but in the spirit of New Year's Eve, I have written about how most people feel today.  So without further delay, here is the first poem of 2010.

The year's first day spent laying around
With the lights low, making an occasional moaning sound.
I have ditched every preconceived idea
Of a logical hangover panacea.