I entered in a friendly poetry contest the other night and won honorable mention. I’m thrilled – I don’t usually write poems but since I’ve gone to a poetry slam I’ve been playing with them more.
This poem was for a virtual venue called Writer’s Island owned by Arton Tripsa, and the theme was “birthdays.”
It’s That Day
It is the first day of something,
when dawn erupts over the horizon in a parade
of molten gold and rose
to announce that there has been
a beginning.
That moment of first creation,
the first moment of being,
is singular and magnificent whether it be
born of word or womb.
The moment when something that wasn’t
suddenly is,
when something new
begins a journey
to becoming something old,
is a moment to annually fete
forever after.
It is a day of hope,
a day of possibility.
It’s a birthday.
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