Saturday, March 6, 2010

Post Birthday Poem



celebrate the old bones
rustling softly against the pale skin
and the pink skin rubbing the cold sheets
the friction is electric and aging is electrifying
be electrified by being thirty five years alive
greet the sunny morning a reclining pose
and pet the swan in that capsized hips
ride the wave of that flabby stomach
drum the whale's belly and howl
like you are not going to be spit out.

10 comments:

  1. Happy birhtday, BJE. ;) This poem made me laugh out loud! I love how you're boldly embracing your age...it's a beautiful thing. :) Terrific writing.

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  2. Wow I love this BJE, it's wonderful, I hope you never ever stop thinking that way, wait til your fifty Happy Birthday xxx

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  3. aging is electrifying

    yes! keep on growing,

    best wishes BJE !

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  4. i love the uniqueness of your poem
    a very happy birthday to the birthday person, is that you? May your new year feel absolutely wonderful to you.

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  5. Are the sparks still flyin'?

    Grand way to look at life BJE, and I just saw the 32nd birthday..... of -my- 35th birthday, still seein' with those young eyes! _m

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  6. Oh I just love all of your poems. Happy Birthday. Oh to be 35 alive again.
    Wonderful work.

    Melanie

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  7. happy birthday :)

    much love
    gillena

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  8. Happy Birthday!!

    Blessings!
    Sam..

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