I knew my childhood became a single wildflower
grown at the edge of a falling cliff,
when birthdays lost their ability to highlight the year.
It has rained on the last two birthdays,
the ones I have a memory of anyways.
But today it is snowing.
The sky, loyal companion, making the best present she can;
snow crystals glisten in the air like the most expensive diamond,
hard to get a hold of, before they marry the noxious ground,
not even staying for supper,
that’s how they are-
unpredictable, angelic, nobody doubts that,
and never staying, not in the place I live after all.
I try to catch the flow of their falling
as I think “I want to die in the snow.”
What more could a blue poet wish for?
A haunting ending, worth writing prose about.
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Author:
Moonchild (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2022 03:31
- Comment from author about the poem: It's my birthday today. Tell me, how can a person be so lonely that they have no one to spend their special day with?
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
happy birthday!
thanks for including us
in your celebration of poetic blues
Thank you!!
Sad but beautiful descriptions you’ve captured. Happy birthday!
Thank you!
A nice portrait on nature and feelings. Enjoyed reading it.
Appreciate it!
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