blank page
why have I
bothered to find your crisp cleanness
on the occasion of a ceremony starting
when the last rays of light float on
put on that spot, vocal sounds are pathetic
not sad but with due resolve
a beginning of a word never completed
a hint that has no secret behind it
above the cup
a pair of eyes lurks
below themes we lit on frozen electricity
that cold inspires yelling and dancing
like no song before or since
or slower travel when an emergency looms
focused on their distant future before
the hour is even half gone
birthdays are letting me see
they aren’t clapping and singing
they are a candle being
same as any other
but it has its own existence

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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2 Responses to B-day

  1. Reblogged this on Ginni bites! and commented:
    I have read this poem 3 times now and am still fascinated by it 🙂

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