Birthdays

by Verbalcohort   Dec 25, 2015


Bubbly spectres burst within bottles of
Champagne,
Crumpled caves of smoke are sighed by the
Candle's incandescence.

When our birthdays roll around,

Glimmering light drips from drifting clouds,
and our fiery bodies fall from the sky reborn.

And while we fall,
Immense summits of serene mist sprout
from our backs,

And all our wrongs are lost in the unfurling
profusion of fog.

A new number,
and your misdeeds are carried off
Like seas swept away by sunshine's palms.

On our birthdays,
we are born again.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Everlasting

    How nice,

    I wish that on some of my birthdays I was born again
    But seems as if on some of my birthdays I am like
    a fish outside of water, twisting my body, flipping my tail
    over and over gain over a hot sand;just trying to gain some impulse to push myself onto a lake of life...

    But I feel tired instead, and I just stay there not moving... Awaiting for my final breathe

    Then someone comes and gives me a push and I'm there swimming on the lake again, recovering slowly...

    But what a celebration you have on your birthday. I like the images and the alliteration in this piece.

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