A Wish #birthday #poetry

happy birthday radiance

candles light upon a cake

symbolizing all your years

and with one single blow

a wish for mankind you will make

 

one – your first in life you’ve just begun

two- you stumble forward tripping too

three – you reach and climb up trees

four – you read and want for more

five – so grown up and alive

ten- adventure stories spin

twenty – master of your destiny

seventy – Sudoku if you can only remember where you put the tea

Today at Poet’s United the prompt is Birthday in honor of Martin Luther King’s Birthday.

Facets (this is half blog half poem or a bloem)

Ever look at the many facets of a gem?

pick up the angles in perfect symmetry

light cascades off the jewel

the end result a radiant beauty

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What about the many facets of life?

Life starts out in the small perfection of a child

The child continues to grow

Light reflects off life

Angles define who we are

Beauty is the result of years of work

Even in old age the angles reflect value- wisdom

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The facets of both the jewel and the life

give definition

One has monetary worth

The other intrinsic value

When all is said and done

The jewel and the life

earned value in our world

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GAZE UPON IT’S BEAUTY BEFORE IT’S GONE

Thanks to the following for their Photos:

Baby: Hammer51012

Jewel: Jurvetson

License- Creative Commons

The Worst Part (a look at the twilight years)

“This is the worst part of my life” she moaned. “Everything is in the past nothing is in the future. Why didn’t I invest in life with more vigor more passion?”

She is in the twilight years of her life. Not much more to do than eat, sleep, and shuffle. Hearing aids augment sounds but many words slip by her ears without cognition. “What will I do with what remains of me?” she screams in a hoarse whisper.

“I could have been a writer, I could have been a nurse, instead I did nothing. What was it all for?”

Oh the doubts and fears that can eclipse the thoughts of the elderly. Too late to remedy their wishes but never too late to bemoan what was lost.

“Give me your hand dear Madeline” (for that is the name I will give you today). “Let us take a walk down the primrose path of your memories. Let’s smell the sweet scent of youth – yes you can remember those familiar scents of yesteryear though your olfactory system no longer cooperates today.”

“What will we see down that path?” A handsome young man in uniform. An officer – just going to war. Hold out your arm, wave goodbye, give him the apple of your eye. When he returns, some things will never be the same.

“There just look down that overgrown walk. Let’s take a moment and stop. ” A kind faced gentleman his arm gracefully draped behind  his withered wife next to the ivy laden gate. Her aunt and uncle how proud was she to know such folks. She reflects –“they mentored me.”

Another lane, more clear to see, grown up children with babes running free. The meadow is open the sun is bright– these children represent Madeline’s years of light.

She starts to smile as she takes in the sun, the blue of the flowers, the sounds of children having fun. There’s promise you see in a world that seemed small; you had a life –it was something after all.

The faithful friend

you were there at the beginning

to prod and inspire

as I moved forward

you were my single desire

the paper and pen

well within grasp

words flowed in chorus

faithful to the last

but life came on quickly

demands every day

my friend that I loved

pushed out of the way

pen  replaced with keys

years have gone by

words from my fingers

appear to fly

my friend never left

she only stood by

waiting for the day

words would  take a try