Always at the outset of NaPo, my birthday. A busy day for a poem, but an inspiring one too!
Birthday
Day begins with an asterisk.
Everything shiny with celebration:
first light, first bite of a sugar treat,
the ceremony of cake.
Even the sun, a longed-for party guest
bestows his golden gift.
Confetti greetings colour in
the minutes and hours.
Self-triumphalism (if there's
such a word) the order of the day.
As if there are trumpets in the air
declaring your place here.
Age curtsies to mind over matter.
Night takes its curtain with candles
and the thin curl of a new moon,
on which to make elaborate wishes.
bestows his golden gift.
Confetti greetings colour in
the minutes and hours.
Self-triumphalism (if there's
such a word) the order of the day.
As if there are trumpets in the air
declaring your place here.
Age curtsies to mind over matter.
Night takes its curtain with candles
and the thin curl of a new moon,
on which to make elaborate wishes.
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