birthdays seem like
The calendar pages
turn at a glacial pace,
still a mirage.
somewhere in your 50s
the days begin sailing by,
like dead leaves in a river,
moving too quick
all their detail,
and when you
want to stop them
and really study
their delicate veins,
and weathered skins,
they slip away from
that were once
to catch them.
I don’t wait anymore
for my birthday
I do it today.
You can keep your
with its implicit specter
I prefer “Happy Birthday”
with all its
[Written for Poets United, Birthday Prompt ]
Wonderful images. I too have fingers "that were onceReplyDelete
to catch [the days]" as they drift by too swiftly.
Happy Birthday, everyday!
Awesome! I like your optimism, why wait?ReplyDelete
Whole WEEKS fly by , and months, at the speed of sound. Very scary. As we type as fast as we can! I love the apt image of dead leaves in a river, zipping by.......ReplyDelete
Oh yes - cake encapsulates the essence of celebration - and for many of us each day is an achievement and cause for celebration - so happy day to you!ReplyDelete
I love it. That middle section, though I am not in my 50's yet, so hits home--with poetic flare. And though I've been off cake lately, I am going to have the most dastardly decadent chocolate piece of cake for my birthday this year...oh yeah, can't wait!ReplyDelete
I think you are right. We have to celebrate each day & not wait for a yearly birthday to celebrate life!ReplyDelete
Agreed! Especially the cake!!ReplyDelete
"the days begin sailing by, / like dead leaves in a river, / moving too quick"...this is so true and beautiful...ReplyDelete
Glad you remembered the cake on the last line!ReplyDelete
Oh, I completely agree! Even my perceptions have changed a lot over the years... I also feel birthdays are normal day but on this day you need to return the favour to others by giving them treats(as you also ate on their treats :P) hahaha...ReplyDelete
That was a fantastic take, Mosk! Loved it!
There will always be cake!!!!!ReplyDelete
Everyday is a birthday !ReplyDelete