Next birthday
I am thirty-six,
& formed (for all intents
& purposes)
in tooth & claw.
Six books
have peeled away
all that I am
& all
that I am not;
I turn back pages now
in history's dog-eared
book, & write
of other lives.
& here you come,
pink as dawn,
rosy as the aurora borealis
blooming over Yorkshire
& the ruined abbeys
of the Lake District,
curly as a baby sheep,
hungry as a little billy
goat, cuddly
as a lap dog,
able to flex your spine
to fit inside my own,
& born
between piss
& shit.
I welcome you
with all my breath
& guts;
I hallelujah
to your eyes, your heart,
your tender toes.
May I keep growing younger
with your years
until, when you are just my age,
or more, I have gone back to zero
& am ready,
perhaps then,
to be reborn.
Birthday is coming next day the dawn sun will greet with pink face rosy lips of the east sky will say- Happy Birthday the white page of the earthly book will write -a song of coming life with an elegant verse; solemn and depth feelings; the surrounding of the home will dance rapturous, delightful everywhere with the sweetened tongue to say together- Happy Birthday
beautiful.. nice one.. real 10 Reborn-Birthday Tuesday,21st July 2020 yes, the birthday reminds and finds the respect for the days gone new zeal and energy have shown for coming days Hasmukh Mehta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Erica I love reading your poems for you bring so much feelings into your poems and mean different meanings if interpreted differently...10+++