WordPress let me know recently that it’s been five years since I started this blog. Happy birthday to me, I suppose. Since I first started blogging to help promote my first book, Wednesday Night Regular, here’s one of the poems found within. It’s one of my favorites and just as true today as it was five years ago.
Dying from thirst and memory
She offers me a smile
A cool smooth cyan liquid
In a clear goblet
Fascinating it dances with light
Twirls in my hand relaxing
Sorrow falling away
Like clothes in sweltering summer
Into her glittering pools I dive
To drown in sweet distraction
Why surface to breathe poison
When she heals as my nepenthe
Then it’s a double birthday, because I happen to know it’s your birthday month. Take a full 30 days to enjoy!
Lovely poem. A woman must be very lucky for you to describe her so.
I will neither confirm nor deny such idle speculation about my birthday but I’m glad you liked the poem.
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Happy Anniversary. The traditional gift for the 5th year is Wood. I may have a spoon with your name on it. :)
Many thanks though I prefer the desert to the spoon.