Last week was my birthday, a fact which I advertised widely. On the day itself, I spent the evening at a poetry evening, organised by a guy in my church and involving an eclectic bunch of writers from across the borough.
Previously we have just read our work, but last week afforded us the opportunity to attempt writing something. We all wrote three lines each, and then passed it to the next person. At the end the poem was read aloud with aplomb, and we were all amazed at how cohesive it was, bearing in mind the only thing we knew was that our lines had to be about birthdays.
Birthday Poem 12/06/08
Gonna bust the blues
On birthday time
flies when you’re having fun
So we say come
Rejoice
The old day’s done
And God has sent His only Son.
The ultimate present
Unexpected and undeserved
Given with love to a hostile world.
For this is the hour for a rhythm that’s new
Goodbye to the repetitive drum beats of despair
Grace that’s encased in a melody of hope
And countless responding in true celebration.
A mighty occasion none would forget
Stories told through generations
Keeping the excitement, the enjoyment alive.
And now the birthday is over
But I will carry the memories forever
The joy of this day will carry me through
The times of grief and turmoil
All the year long I will remember
Until the time comes again
To celebrate the life you have given.
I’ve a reminder from Facebook about your birthday – still waiting for me to do something about it. So, here it is! HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I love reading your posts – so open and inspiring. Thanks.