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On every birthday
I think back
and reflect
on all the years
that I've lived.
Today I am reflective
on nothing in particular
and everything
all at once.
I look at my daughter.
I beam with pride
at the young lady
she has become.
I can't help but
stand in awe
at how much she
looks like,
acts like
and can hold a grudge
just like me.
I take my husband's hand
and squeeze,
waiting for his needle
to work its magic.
I want his art to be
a part of me,
now and forever
more.
I'm dazed
but not confused.
36 is more than three decades
which is kind of weird
to think about
when I feel so young.
Childhood has been reborn
in my offspring-
my nieces and nephews too.
My own memories
mixed with theirs
in the form of traditions
I've demanded be passed on.
Today I celebrate
life
and love
and family.
Today I want
at least 36 more years.
I think back
and reflect
on all the years
that I've lived.
Today I am reflective
on nothing in particular
and everything
all at once.
I look at my daughter.
I beam with pride
at the young lady
she has become.
I can't help but
stand in awe
at how much she
looks like,
acts like
and can hold a grudge
just like me.
I take my husband's hand
and squeeze,
waiting for his needle
to work its magic.
I want his art to be
a part of me,
now and forever
more.
I'm dazed
but not confused.
36 is more than three decades
which is kind of weird
to think about
when I feel so young.
Childhood has been reborn
in my offspring-
my nieces and nephews too.
My own memories
mixed with theirs
in the form of traditions
I've demanded be passed on.
Today I celebrate
life
and love
and family.
Today I want
at least 36 more years.
Literature
30.05.17: a bicycle haibun
i am peddling, though without any real urgency. it is thirty minutes from mechelen to duffel, and while there is a back-lit grey deck overhead, it is still the coolest day in over a week. the scenery will alternate, twice, between dorp and hoeve on my ride; more cusp-ish fades than any hard and fast terminators. i feel as if i have been holding my breath (bodymindsoul) for weeks, and am only now exhaling and filling the spaces with holy mana.
tall grass bobs,
aspens flash jazz-hands;
breeze sings rain.
Literature
Free spirit
Bye-Bye my sweet little one,
there´s now no need to be afraid,
no one can hurt you anymore,
in the world beyond the grave.
On earth your spirit couldn´t rest,
you´d often run and hide,
frightened by the slightest sound,
before returning to my side.
Eleven years I kept you
and I loved you dearly too,
all the comfort that you brought to me,
when I was feeling blue.
When illness struck, I did my best,
but no one quite knew what you had,
until a final X-ray
then I knew that it was bad.
It broke my heart to let you go,
in tears my soul was drowned.
The one you trusted and loved the most,
had to really let you down.
I know you
Literature
Lune/Haiku 16.05
Drop by drop,
Those who persevere,
Make a pond.
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Happy Birthday! And what a lovely little poem